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are you sick of my gardening yet?

yeah... i'm gonna talk about gardening again, but only for this first paragraph or so. after that, it's back to the regular ranting.

the frost came, night before last, and thanks to my diligence, the plants may have all made it through ok. i covered the pansies and the newly planted (and on the edge of dying) clearance-rack geraniums, and brought the still potted plants inside to the basement (where they probably are quickly dying.) my hope is to get half of those planted this evening, at least.

now, the black-and-tan poop factory we call a dog has killed one of our tiny boxwoods in the back of the house, and started killing another, and two other shrubs. i hope that i caught them in time, and i've fenced off the section so that they'll get a respite from his killer urine.

what i've noticed in the last two days, despite their size, is that the MUCH larger boxwoods in the front of the house are being killed by the neighbors' 2 large dogs. I've watched him let them pee on them, but i thought because of their size, they would be ok. Well, no, they arent. They're dead from the ground to about 12" up in the front. That looks horrible, and while I understand, dogs are dogs, the bushes have been there longer, and the owner has to see what he's doing when he lets them stop there. Right now, the boxwoods are a good $80-$100 size, and are there to provide an anchor to our planting at the sidewalk. Otherwise, we'd have dead (insert another plant here) from all the drunks walking over them.

Just when they're starting to look good, they're ruined by dog pee. If anybody has any suggestions on what to do, please let me know. The old hedges there were horrible, and too high, and leggy. I wish I had a place to move these boxwoods and something to replace them, but I don't. My only solution that comes to mind would be a small L-shaped section of decorative 3-foot "iron" fence around each to keep the dogs from directly peeing on the bushes. There've got to be other options.

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Now, on to the bizarre dream I had last night. Right before I went to bed, I was talking to another homeowner friend of mine who was complaining about the neighbor kids. He hates kids, and moved into a suburban subdivision with a lot of young, straight, pickup drivin' families. For a young gay bear, maybe not the best location.

Well, of course, that, for some reason, combined with the invitation on our fridge to the Niece's first birthday party, must've triggered the dream of panicked toddler-raising I had. Not a panicked toddler... a panicked me. Chasing the kid around the house, which had not been baby-proofed, locking doors, rearranging things so the little one couldnt get it. He or she looked remarkably like the Niece, but I assume was not her because the hair-color was different, and the age would've been wrong.

Someday, I think I could be a parent, but I am just WAY too uptight right now, which made that dream more than a little disturbing.

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