Shane, our dear dog who came to us from Quentin in Houston, had a habit of digging holes. Occasionally, he relapses and I have filled the holes with top soil, at one point wondering if eventually we would have to climb steps to get to the backyard.  Der  Bingle was out at Rural King and saw that shrubs and trees were 20% off; he decided to plant blue run junipers in each hole. We did. I don’t know where it will end . . . or disaster will occur when Shane, an Australian Shepherd, decides he must herd them – blue-green sheep, don’tcha know – and winds up pulling the stubborn little guys into a definite grouping.

That is the type of situation in which you open the door, assess what you see, close the door and turn away. Ah, you see, I have steered you away from dwelling on the fact that two people put shrubs in holes randomly dug by a dog.