Pied Beauty

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:

Praise him.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Dogs Eat Cabbage?

Greta.  Sweet, but not too smart.
Well, one does.  Our poor old Greta, 17 years old, is fixated on cabbage.  She wanders over to the vegetable plot and munches the newly planted cabbages down to the ground.  I think she has some help with the fence from our younger dog Griffin, who's not all that interested in the cabbage, but just likes to tear things up.  He's waiting for the tennis balls that usually appear on the tomato plants.

Replaced the cabbage with brussels sprouts and cauliflower.
Apparently, there aren't any long-term problems with dogs eating cabbage, but let me assure you, the short-term implications are dreadful.  Enough said.
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  1. OneOctober 23, 2010 at 7:43 PM

    Hahaha! My dogs do that all the time. Goldee has been eating spinach and many other greens. In fact I just mentioned about it in my latest post. I think older dogs prefer greens more than the younger ones. Just like some of us, we tend to cut down on meat as we get older. Your planter is gorgeous. I know exactly what you mean about short-term disastrous implications. It is a daily problem for me.

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  2. Cindy, MCOKOctober 23, 2010 at 9:00 PM

    Oh, Elizabeth! I feel for you, truly. Even without cabbage, my 12 pound terrier mix can send me running from the room. Perhaps cabbage should be planted in windowboxes where Greta can't reach it!

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