Alert readers might recall our buddy, Jimmy, who has been spotted at our estate and Master's project houses on several occasions.
|I'm getting married right there. You know it!|
As it turns out, in less than a month, Jimmy is getting married right here at our estate.
Sadly, yours truly has been excluded from the festivities and scheduled to spend the day at camp along with the RH.
Despite the sting of this unfortunate guest list faux pas, I, Dexter, am still eager to see that the big day goes off without a hitch.
In particular, I have been firm with Master about completing the beautification of the front entry where the proverbial knot will be tied.
Thus I set to supervising the creation of shrubbery beds to either side of the porch. Having spent many hours (hours when I might have been walking or playing tennis ball - one could hardly be more self sacrificing) studying Wyatt's blog, I felt ready to proceed.
Jimmy and the boys came over and dug up all the grass and weeds and I assisted with selecting appropriate shrubberies.
|Hmmm... looks like they dug up some nommy rocks.|
I decided to order some new dirt. Sadly, the dirt in situ was ill suited to the healthy development of young plants.
|Yup, that's dirt.|
Alright, boys, let's see some digging action.
|Choose your weapons!|
In the hopes of increasing the pace of work, I asked neighbor girl, Kate, to join the work party.
Unfortunately, I underestimated the propensity of 20 year old human males to feel the need to "supervisor" female humans all the while sporting a slack jawed expression of awe not unlike the Relentlessly Confused.
Look at Kate go with her little garden weasel.
I don't need to tell you that supervising humans is extraordinarily fatiguing work.
So while I recovered my strength, I temporarily turned supervisory activities over to Mango
He refused to venture outdoors due to the large population of digger wasps in the area (loyal readers will recall that just last summer, Mango suffered from the big foot which momma is convinced was caused by him placing a clumsy paw on one of their nests).
But, how wrong can you go digging and laying down mulch and I was quite pleased with the finished product.
Now I just need to motivate Master to remove the bird's nest from the porch light (don't want bird poop on the those nice tuxedos) and pretty up the gutters and we should be good to go.