Poor Cosmo. So disadvantaged. My little back garden here in Virginia has morphed from some nice grass, a couple of tomato plants and a wood pile, to what I call the poop patch. The “lawn” has turned to crab grass. Did you know that no matter how many dogs you have and how much they pee on crab grass, it won’t die? But, I digress. Poor Cosmo because the only time he gets to play in the garden is when we go to my parents in Florida.
When Clover came to me in Ireland, I was in a very lovely house with a walled garden. I had to do some construction on the gate so she couldn’t slip through the wrought iron bars, but all in all, we both really loved that garden. I hired a guy to come clean out some really horrid bushes [Whole ‘nother story – I ended up finding out he was married to my second cousin! I even got the “family” discount.] that were housing thousands of slugs and in turn, I spent a small fortune at the garden shop putting in roses and peonies, and lavender and nasturtiums, and anything else that I thought was pretty and in keeping with an English garden theme.
When Clover was very small, she loved to help in the garden by collecting up the empty plastic pots. The bigger ones would swallow up her small head and she would run around the garden blindly!
Clover loved sniffing the flowers. She still does. She could be found sitting in the garden bed sniffing the roses, or inspecting the bees. Ahh. The Bees. They didn’t always take kindly to Clover’s big nose in their way, and she would from time-to-time come in the house yelping from a bee sting. One time, her poor snout and eyes swelled up so badly I had to call the vet. (Benadryl and a pack of frozen peas for her nose did the trick.)
When Clover went to stay with my parents for a while between moves and houses, she developed a penchant for eating the blooms off of the hibiscus bushes. After sniffing them, of course. It is not unusual when we are at my parents, for Clover to come in the house covered in yellow pollen from the hibiscus. Her favorite place in my parents garden, is between the hibiscus bushes and the fence where my dad doesn’t mow the grass all that often.
I don’t keep houseplants, mostly because I got tired of cleaning up the mess when Herself was a puppy and so destructive. Then Cosmo came along and I didn’t feel like giving him a target for inside relief.
These days, Clover still loves flowers. She sniffs the dandelions, the lavender bushes, the roses, and anything else we pass on our walks. Cosmo? He just pee’s on them.
Here are a few pictures from the garden in Dublin (c. 2000 – 2003). Click on the thumbnail for a larger view.