Garden Maintenance

Yours Truly, Confused got to work on the garden this weekend and being a very supportive girl, I dug in too.

Unlike The Elder Statesman, I don’t rely on the work of my illustrious predecessors, I’ve started my very own independent excavation, digging where no dog has dug before.

Work is progressing nicely, but I am having some issues with The Diva who is trying to muscle in. I’ve had to stage a lie in to prevent her from ruining the clean lines and gentle curves in my pit with those big hairy shovels she refers to as paws.

Who is the fairest of them all?

 

Meee of course!  Look at that elegant pose, the perfect profile, the beautifully balanced black and white markings, the collar carefully placed and the serene expression.

Hopefully all the above will draw Yours Truly Confused’s attention away from the slightly chewed ledge under the wardrobe.

A girl can hope…