Poor Molly looks bedraggled. She vomited up a wad of landscaping bark early this morning after eating a bunch of it from the flower beds in the backyard. This is not an unusual occurrence, because all three of us Scotties act like goats and eat grass, bark, leaves, dirt, seeds–whatever we can find to chew on–as we’re cruising the backyard.
It’s frustrating for Wen to police our scavenging habit and she has put up fences to keep us out of landscaping bark areas, but we Scotties are clever and whenever we can, we pull pieces of bark through the fences with our teeth and we crunch away. She actually accompanies us each time that we’re out in the yard to try to stop us from digging holes and eating grass and dirt, but what can I say, we’ve managed to make a considerable part of our yard look like Swiss cheese with all the holes. Basically, we Scotties are little goats and Wen is fighting a losing battle. She spends every spring and summer repairing our holes in the backyard, but we goats are very persistent and pretty much unstoppable. She can only hope that when we eat too much stuff in the yard that we chew it up well enough so that we can either pass it or throw it up, because we’re not changing our habit anytime soon!
Molly
