Sunday, April 15, 2012

This is the tree that George ...

Until this morning this rose tree was growing in a corner of our front lawn. That was before George got at it. To be fair it wasn't entirely George's fault: Husband must bear the bulk of the blame.

You see Husband was mowing the lawn and George was woofing at the mower. Husband threw the cable over his shoulder where it lassoed George and frightened him, making him rush around frantically and get himself and the rose tree all tangled up in the cable. 


And that was the undoing of the rose tree. It's a shame because it had beautifully-scented flowers. But I suppose I should be grateful. George's already suffering from post-traumatic stress; goodness knows what he'd be like if he'd had an electric shock. 

4 comments:

Leslie: said...

...he'd probably be dead! Better the rose tree than poor George!

Liz said...

Indeed, leslie!

katney said...

Makes me remember the time I planted a nice little potentilla (I think that is what is is called, but I may be totally wrong.) at the corner of the house. Looked out a while later and saw the two pups--Babe and Scruffy--playing football with it.

It didn't matter if it was American Football or what all the world but us call football and we call soccer. Either would have been death to the poor little plant.

Or maybe they were playing Rugby.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Well , at least George wasn't left looking permanently spikey and strange !