Puppies and gardens don't really go hand in hand. Since Murray's master was out of town for the day, I thought I would take him out for a walk and a romp in the garden afterwards. For some reason he seems to love playing in my garden. He goes from mild mannered lazy pup into a crazy frenzy. He launched off the deck onto my early blooming rhodo that I was happy to see two blooms starting. Ran in and out of the gardens snatching bits of plants on the way.
A little reminder why I don't have a dog. Nice to spend a little time with and take him home again. I'm sure it's the same with grandchildren.
I think next time we might go to the park instead:).