Thieving Buggers

Today’s post will be short and sweet. The dogs, in all their glory, have figured out how to pick raspberries from our garden. They have also figured out that only the red ones taste good, so we are combating not only bugs and birds, but our dogs, in the war to keep some bounty for ourselves. I am afraid of what will happen when the tomatoes and cucumbers ripen.

Mylo “innocently” inspecting the garden. As soon as we turn our backs he will launch himself into the raspberry bushes and only his tail will be left sticking out.


38 thoughts on “Thieving Buggers

  1. Uhoh……my Mom is glad I don’t like fresh tomatoes because she’s been picking beautiful ones all summer. Too bad your dogs have didiscovered how yummy the berries are!

    Kitty Hugs, Sammy

    • On one hand it’s good because I can feed them fruits and veggies as treats (healthier and cheaper), on the other hand I find myself with far less harvest than I had hoped. At least they make things interesting!

  2. I have never been interested in what they grow in the garden, now I know you can grow stuff to eat I will be working on them to do more than grow herbs!!
    I need a dog to pick raspberries for me 🙂
    Not sure Beloved would fall for that one though.

  3. I had to put up a tiny fence to keep the Howler out of the garden… he is SUCH a thief. LOVES them tomatoes…

  4. Mylo is obviously very concerned about perserving his cognitive well-being.A cup of berries according to researchers will decrease the risk of Alzheimer’s disease and dementia by 2 years.Enjoy Mylo!

  5. It is just next to impossible for any living critter to pass up on that wonderful bounty you have growing. Hope you get to enjoy some of it. 🙂 Hugs

  6. Milo, you are smart to play it cool and then go nuts grabbing berries. When I see something yummy (or gross or moldy or poisonous) in my field, I play it cool and then snatch it up. Mom has learned to be quick, though and she usually yanks it out of my mouth before I enjoy it much.

    Love and licks,

  7. My first dog, Misty, was a Golden. We’d see her “spy-hopping” like whales do to pick apples off my grandparents trees. The raspberries were never safe from any of the dogs… and even the blackberries! I found it too cute to try to stop them.

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