The Breakout....I mean Break-IN

My mum grows vegies in her little vegie garden over the warmer months.... and it's a bummer drag for me because I am not allowed to help her with this. I'm normally an excellent helper. Just ask my dad about helping put his shoes and socks on.

Back to the point. Mum has gone to the lengths of creating a little plastic fence to keep me from helping her while she hand waters the patch everyday. It means this:

Me wanting to help and looking in.

This morning was a little different. Mum wanted to do more stuff in the vegie patch - something about staking tomatoes and mulching I think. (We were lucky enough to have cloud covering the hot sun today so we are all feeling more bouncy about life.)

I thought I would push my boundaries and leaned and leaned on my fencing until:

He He He... I'm out...I mean IN!

And they thought this little fence would be my barrier!!!! Ha!

First thing I did was to run through the tomato plants and over the coriander. Next very quickly I had to run over the rocket seedlings because some raised voice was calling my name.... and not in the happy manner if you know what I mean!!

Lettuce, tomato, chilli and coriander....

These tomatoes still look hot from yesterdays blazing sun.....

Sneaking up on the rocket seedlings.......

You don't get to see an action photo of me running over them because mum was busy encouraging me to "get off them!!!" If you look closely....you can see a couple at the bottom of the photo that look a little squashed...... beats me how they got that way!!!

Before I got ejected back to the other side of the plastic fence, mum let me have a little explore of this side of the house that I never can get to (until now He He He!)

Looking...Looking...Looking

Schnooffling.... like we schnauzers do...

Flashy box pointing at me again..... mum is very happy with this shot!

After all that....guess where I ended up!!

I have an evil plan for the future! (Nothing can keep me contained!!! Plastic can bend you know)