Since the rain ended and the sun came out, Wen has been busy repairing bare spots in the yard. She digs up the bare spots and then puts down grass seed and dirt as we Scotties are cruising around the yard.
Unfortunately (for her), I am totally obsessed with digging holes, now that the grass has turned green and the ground is soft from the recent rain. I’m proud to say that I can dig a hole literally in seconds and pretty much every time Wen’s back is turned, I go to town and dig where the grass looks perfect. This means that she has to repair a spot that looked just fine before I did my damage.
For every new hole that she finds, I get busted again, but getting in trouble only deters me for a minute. Then the urge to dig returns and I’m back to scouting out a spot for my next hole. The process is ongoing: I dig, Wen notices, I get busted again, and she repairs the hole. It’s basically a way of life for us terriers.
Busted again!
