Two days ago we mentioned sighting Phil Jr. in the neighbor’s yard. Yesterday we noticed something had absolutely wreaked havoc on the brussel sprouts in the back garden.
Today we noticed something had done the same with the tomato bushes back there as well.
We also found the gap between the fence and the ground where he has been gaining access. The brussel sprouts are the bummer. The tomatoes were seedlings that bounced back from the great over-fertilization debacle this Spring, so we threw them back there to see what they would do. We still have around 25 tomatoes in the front. I wasn’t telling a lie when I said they were going to be coming out of our ears.
And where was the mighty Dragon? Probably in the same position he was a few minutes ago when Thumper came sniffing around the apricots.
Farmer Ted threw a brick at it. Thumper, not Twinkletoes. Don’t worry, he missed.
The only thing the Dragon has chased lately is the hummingbird. And the mailman. Rufus vs. the Postal Service. My mailman is an asshat. He’s also lazy. He doesn’t feel like bringing packages to my door, so he says that Rufus bit him. I say if my dog bit him, why hasn’t he filed a complaint with the police department? Now it’s true that Rufus isn’t very friendly to the UPS, FedEx or oil guy. And he has nipped at the substitute mailman, but he’s never broken skin. The mailgirl, he liked. Smart dog. She was cute. Here’s my theory. Usually people who come to the door are friendly. They bend down and pet him. Not one of these people he’s gone postal on (boo…hiss…I know) have ever done that. And he only goes after them as they are walking away. I think it’s his way of warning them that he thinks since they are unfriendly they are up to no good, and he is keeping a hairy eyeball on them.