It has been quite the adventure. A quest, not for the weak of heart, stretching over several days. In the interest of brevity, I shall only hit on the highest and lowest of points. Below you will see Neeners. She is happy – remember this view because it did not last for long. In this photo, she has just arrived home to find Dick rototilling the section of the garden that is not in raised beds. She had been relentlessly hounding my brother Gary to do so for weeks, and he had not had the time to come over. Dick gallantly stepped in to save my brother’s sanity.
She quickly overcame her exuberance and started straw-bossing the operation.
But I’m getting ahead of myself, so let’s venture back in time to Day 1 of planting. This would be the day of ‘the altercation’. As I was beginning to plant the first row of Walla Walla Sweets. Neeners appeared. “I’ll help”, she said. Looking at my watch and seeing that we were approaching the witching hour of her lunch time, I inquired whether or not she had eaten. “No, and I’m almost on my face”. When Neeners says she is on her face, that means if she does not eat within about five minutes, she becomes cranky. Let me rephrase that: She becomes hostile. I know this and encouraged her to go in and eat. “Oh no, I insist. Let’s get these onions in the ground.” I began to sweat. Yes, I know she looks happy, even serene here. Don’t be fooled.