Dirt!

Mom and Dad have a garden. At least they say it's a garden. Right now it's a gigantic patch of the yard that is fenced off and I can't go inside. There were plants in it when it got cold out last year, so I guess it must be a garden. If the plants are in there I can't eat them and steal the flowerpots, which is disappointing. On the other hand, there may be time and opportunity for me to trip them going into or coming out of the garden, thus enabling me to steal vegetables.

Yesterday they broke ground in their garden for the first time this year. Mom made the first cut and then Dad turned the soil over. He had fun turning the soil over. Of course, turning the soil over translates as digging. I was on the other side of the fence, but I decided that I was going to help dig. I started in the exact same spot on the other side of the fence as Dad. He yelled at me, but he couldn't stop laughing so I don't think he meant it.