Before we finally rid this year’s garden of weeds and frost-killed tomato plants, we let Sara have at it for a couple of hours. Matt just called her over to the gate, let her out of the pasture, and walked her over to the garden. She’s such a tame girl! Then I hung around doing yardwork and kept an eye on her. No need for a fence – she had a ball eating the soft tomatoes and rooting for missed potatoes.
Abbie kept an eye on her, too.
It’s fun to watch Abbie try to figure out how to do what her instincts are telling her to do. Her instincts were telling her to keep that pig in the garden. She would follow a couple of feet behind Sarah and let out a bark now and again. But if Sarah would turn around and look at her, Abbie would turn tail and run behind me. Still very much a puppy!