They're big girls now – full-fledged dogs, er, bitches.
Well, not Bonnie.
Bonnie is the devil.
This used to be a bed of iris.
There were 4 different colors.
They were all beautiful.
They were just getting ready to bloom.
Then she and Guapa roll around in what was left of the iris.
Emma used to like to lay on them also. Apparently iris are comfy. I've never tried it.
I will try to salvage what I can and replant outside of the new fence.
This is / was my forsythia. It was doing so well, getting a nice shape.
It was covered in golden blossoms this spring.
I'm not sure if they fell into it, jumped into it….
Or it just pissed them off and they grabbed at the branches and pulled….
Much like they used to grab at the fence and pull until they had a hole Bonnie could crawl through.
They'll be 14 months old tomorrow.
Someone should tell them it's time to grow up and stop rolling around and fighting like puppies.
You don't even want to know what it's like when they decide to have a romp in the house.
At 4:00 in the morning…..
Aren't they pretty, though?