Here is Bandit. As a puppy, he has no clue that a garden bed is not a patch of woods to run through with glee or escape into for a cool nap or play chase with his best friends, the cats. And since he rarely leaves my side while I'm working, each day he spends time with me in the garden. Right beside me. Whether I want him there or not.
One possible solution? Over the past two days, I began building a wattle fence using materials found within our woods. After sawing lengths of cedar posts (from downed cedar trees) and driving them into the ground, I searched for saplings that are flexible and grow as straight as possible in order to weave the slender trees in and out of the cedar posts, thus creating a low barrier.
With one side complete, Bandit may be getting the message.
This is our story, in real time and in photos. It is neither unique nor unusual nor extraordinary. But it is our story.