First of all, the slobbery dog, Titan. He's doing fine, although not eating nearly as much as he does when his people are with him. The dog drinks gallons of water daily, especially when he is out and about as much as he has been today. When he's with us, he goes on a walk with Cliff; and on days when I'm in the garden, he is outside with me a lot. Here's the thing about him and his water: He does slobber. If he gets a drink and heads toward nearby people, they run, because they know they are going to get drenched. No big problem there. But you can't give him a gallon of water ahead of time and expect him to drink it, because after he has drunk out of that batch of water once, you have to pour it out, rinse out his bowl, and give him fresh. He won't drink his own slobbery water. Peculiar indeed. I wonder if this is a Great Dane trait, or if it's unique with him.
Now, for the garden. I've had my potatoes cut up and ready for over a month. I usually like to plant some on St. Patrick's Day and some on Good Friday, but it was so cold this year, I saved them all for today. They are in the ground.
I do enjoy watching them when I turn them loose. They seem so happy and free!
My favorite, Chickie, who was raised in my house for the first part of her life, was enjoying a nice dust bath until I started recording her. She called it quits and left, but not before the rooster crowed in the background.