…in other words, Basil Belle, our yellow “golden” rescue lab, has discovered that she can pilfer kale. We are welding a new arbor for the gate to the garden. The gate is lovely, but the placement of the posts means that there is a small gap on either side of the new gate and the old fence. This gap will remain until we put in the new fence panels. Basil Belle was delighted to discover that she could handily slip through the gaps…which aren’t that small if an 80 lb dog of advancing years can slip through…and did so TWICE yesterday.
I believe it was on the second slip through when she murdered half of my kale plant. Now, Basil Belle is a known veggie thief. She stole the first spaghetti squash I ever grew right off the vine. When I grew green beans on the fence, I discovered that many of them had the tender ends bitten off. She is fond of cabbage, broccoli, will steal jumbo zucchini (the kind that hide somewhere and then magically appear where I am sure there was no zucchini just that morning at lengths of three feet at times!) off of the counter, loves a good snap pea, etc. However, she is not fond of loosely leafy greens. No spinach or lettuce.
So, this morning, when I went in to water the garden, I was blissfully unaware of the murder that had taken place the night before. That is, until I glanced at my raised bed with the beats, Brussel sprouts, and…usually…dinosaur kale. Something seemed off. I did not realize what it was until I walked around the bed. There, the carnage was obvious. Basil Belle had stripped the giant kale leaves from the plant, and since she does not like leaves, she had only eaten the crunchy bits closest to the stalk and left the leaves as evidence of her crime!
I suppose I could blame myself for her thievery. After all, I introduced her to the end of the kale stalks myself. What else am I supposed to do with those hard bits? Sure I can massage the leaves and grill them with garlic, but the stalks just take too long. Needless to say, I was rather surprised that Ms. Basil Belle boop-boops, the big ba-doober, had selected the kale for her garden feasting. Since she left half of the plant intact, we will not lack for kale in the long run. Now, if she had attacked her usual favorite, the broccoli, that would have been another story.
At the moment, that rascal has lost her garden privileges. I’ve also placed the gate we dug from the brambles as a temporary fix back in front of the arbor-in-progress. Who would have suspected that a seemingly normal dog would be so dangerous when veggies are around. I’m grateful that she left us half of the kale plant and did not pull down any of the snap-pea vines. What a dog!
I’m just someone trying to figure out how to juggle ten acres, work, a mama with stage four cancer, and a whole lot of grumpy. This blog started out as “Grumpy Gal’s Guide to Gratitude,” but since all I really keep typing about is the garden, I figured I might as well own it! So, thanks for joining me as I try and figure out how the heck to kick myself in the booty and get on with life.