Jackson the gardener

My foster mum likes to do things in the garden (not the same things I do in the garden though.... if you see what I mean). Of course I like to help, I am a helpful Basset.

"Right - I'm ready - what are we doing?"


Last weekend I dug a very big hole for her, this weekend she wanted to fill it in. These humans are crazy, there was not even a bone to bury.

"So you are trying to tell me we put THIS into THERE? Why?"


"First you have to open out the root ball"


"I'm ready - pass it down!"


"OY! You're only supposed to plant the bloody tree - not ME!"