Of all the foster dogs we have had Jessie gets the award for excavation-al aptitude. I've been thinking of hiring her out. She is best at digging random holes in the yard, but with some fine tuning I think we can channel her energy and hone this skill. Layla tag teamed with her yesterday, eight paws is better than four, The mystery remains as to where all the dirt goes when it's been dug out. Some must vanish into thin, dirty air. You just never have as much to put back as they take out.
Speaking of holes. A coworker suggested she was getting too old to plant trees. Not physically. She meant she was of an age where if she did plant a tree she would not see it mature. I suggested she go for a fast growing variety.
Makes me sad she has chosen not to plant. She could plant tree's, hope, encouragement, laughter, wisdom. We don't have to see the growth, we only have to trust the process.
And if she wanted I'd send Jessie over to dig that hole. They would be done in no time at all, and then the growth could happen.
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