This is Montgomery, or Monty to you and I. Believe it or not he is actually a puppy. He’s a mere 6 months old. No really, he is. He’s a Great Dane and nowhere near fully grown.
If you could have the pleasure of watching him ‘help’ me in the garden then you would know he was a puppy straight away. He chews everything. And by everything I do mean everything. Marigold flowers, Peas (he loves Peas), my handmade wooden plant tags, my rubber kneeling pad, empty plant pots, full plant pots, absolutely anything bound for the compost bin, the handle of my wheelbarrow (it’s the wooden bit), my gardening gloves, a bag of Perlite, or Dolomite Lime. Heck! he’s not fussy.
Pathways? He laughs at them. Hose heads? He wrestles them. Hedges? He sleeps on them. The garden is his playground and boy does he have fun. He bounds (it’s not really a run) from one end to the other with little regard for vegetation, small children or other animals. He’s all muscle and very little sense. That’s Monty.
But I love his little sad eyes and jaunty ears. He’s my big ole garden buddy and is always interested in what I’m doing. He follows me around looking for something to be naughty with. And after about 20 minutes flops down and has a nap because gardening really does take it out of you. Especially, when you’re only six months old.