Dog- 2, Tessa- 0
Here’s a little story about me and my dog’s apparent fight for dominance over the backyard:
Ok, so here I am all psyched about my blueberry bushes that I’d planted and all. You know, feeling good and looking forward to my harvest next year.
So I get a call yesterday while I was at work. The dog decided she wanted to help plant as well, so she pulled up my blueberry bushes, and dug up my ginger. Bobby was able to find one of the bushes, but the other dissappeared without a trace. This is what I came home to:
Notice how she just reached in and pulled it? I guess she had enough sense to know not to break my pot. (Darn dog).
So, being duly chastised, she hit me with the puppy dogs eyes, as though promising to not to it again.
Score one for the dog.
Then I come home today, looking to see how the lone survivor is doing…
Yep, you guessed it!
She tried to help with that one, AGAIN.
Needless to say, I only found the bottom of the root ball. 
So after some “choice words” and yet another round of puppy dogs eyes promising to not do it again, I remain down two blueberry bushes.
I still have my ginger though. Unless, of course, she dug that up again, and filled in the hole with soil so I wouldn’t notice. Which at this point, I would not put passed her.
Score another one for the dog.
