Halloween in the Garden

The Spooky Landscape

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source: Heather Bullard

source: Heather Bullard

Just a comment that has nothing to do with Halloween. 

Today my new Ballard Designs catalog came. 

Which is a big deal to me. Love to browse all the beautiful things and this one is especially chock full. 

But....the weenies got to it before me. The whole first 10 pages are so are mangled. 

And you know the first 10 pages are the best...because that is where the new stuff is. 

Something needs to be done about them. This penchant for getting the mail before me has got to stop.

I think it's time to retire the mail slot and start using a mail box. 

I'm so tired of chasing them around to get any mail that I think might be important. 

Of course it's my own fault. If they have a bit of mail that I grab from them and then decide is junk...

I hand it back to them and let them tear it up. So they really don't know its bad. 

Also my own fault because when Harvey was a puppy, he was in to tearing up things and I would hand 

him junk mail to chew and tear up to keep him occupied. So he grew up thinking it was fine to open 

envelopes and pull out the contents. 

I knew to keep my shoes up, to not let them play with socks, to not let them chew on anything that 

seemed similar to things that I might later regret letting them chew on. 

But I did not think about junk mail becoming an issue. 

I've learned my lesson now though. In the future, I will not let puppies play with unwanted mail. 

Because they cannot tell the difference between unwanted and wanted. 

I once had to call the electric company to find out how much my bill was because they'd torn it up 

beyond recognition. And another time, I got my neighbor's mail by mistake and I had to take them 

their Visa bill already opened and with a few bite marks in it. 

I tried to explain that I had not opened it that one of the dogs had...but I don't know if they believed me.

I decided to snap a quick shot of them at my feet. Poor babies need a bigger bed obviously. 

And there to the left is a little junk mail they dropped unopened. 

Electrical cords too for lighting all the Halloween outside.

Dear sweet weenies...I can't stay mad at you for more than a few minutes.