Because we have yet to plant anything but extra dirt in our west flower bed, Sam has made camp. The flower bed has now become his special dirt clod gathering, rock throwing, rolly pollie collecting place.
If I'm lucky, I'll make out like a bandit during our October 5 and 6 garage sale and I'll actually be able to plant something other than red clay next spring. Fingers crossed. Lots of Hobby Lobby knick knacks and kid's stuff. All priced super cheap. The goal is to clear the garage and start a crape myrtle fund.
He reminds me of a monkey. Digging for insects.
Sometimes he even sits and walks on all fours.
Showing mother monkey his prized rolly pollies.