I could never keep our golden retriever out of these hydrangea bushes when he was alive. He'd lay all over them and break all the branches off. They bloom in memory of him now. Madame and Twizzle don't seem to care much about the hydrangeas. Twizzie seems to like my mint and sage patch though, so that's become her own personal dog lounge. I don't mind this because now she always smells like a Penzey's spice shop.... all sage and minty fresh. ..kind of like a tube of toothpaste with a tail.
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