The regular reader will be acquainted with Bruno, the silver-grey Neopolitan runt we picked up at the animal shelter down the road a few months back. Probably not the brightest dog of all time, and doesn't see very well, and occasionally attacks other dogs at random, which I think is related to not seeing very well, but he is the love of our lives.
The other day, the Farm Manager brought home eighty dollars worth of tomato cages she'd scored at curb-side pickup at Home Hardware, for the forty bucks worth of tomatoes she'll grow this year. Don't worry though; those cages should pay for themselves in just a couple of years.
Unless of course Bruno figures out a way to destroy them, and frankly, it never occurred to us that such a thing was possible.
The FM got the deluxe extra-large tomato cages and tossed them in her 10x10 kitchen garden. Naturally, Bruno had to investigate the new stuff, and wouldn't you know, he gets his head stuck up the large end of a tomato cage.
Although Bruno is a "runt," a runt Neo weighs in at a hundred and fifty pounds or so, and the sight of him trying to fight off the four-foot tomato cage that had attacked him was quite something. He raced back and forth across the yard in a mad panic, banging into various arbours, bird-feeders, plant-hangers and the like, until I was able to get close enough to pull off the offending tomato cage, at which point it was a crumpled mess of broken welds and bent wire.
But Bruno's ok now.
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