Yesterday evening, my little friends came over to check things out. I've established (with them and their parents) that they are welcome in my backyard anytime to work on the garden. Work meaning checking on plant status, watering, weeding ... that sort of thing. There has been a little apprehension in just coming back, though. It is nice that our kids respect other people's property and all ... but, with this project, I want them to take ownership. We're figuring it out and it was great for me to hear a little rap on the sliding door (that Bogey can't hear!), letting me know that they're back there.
An interesting thing (that I wasn't really counting on) is that Bogey, my almost 15 year old Bichon Frise, who has a hard time seeing and virtually has no hearing, ALWAYS seems to notice when our little gardeners are in the back alone. He barks like crazy and gets all worked up. I guess it's keeping my little guy alert and doing his "job". The kids don't pay much attention to him. My old dog has kind of gained a status in the hood in that everyone just kind of "admires" his crankiness.
A "rule" has been established with Project Big Hugs: the kids have to wear some sort of shoe when in the back. (The person who built the planter didn't realize that some of the screws were too long for what she was drilling!) So, in the end, the cool little ledge that was inadvertently created, has several ares that are sharp (where I attached the feet). If they're wearing flip flops, crocks, or sneaks, they're fine ... but, bare little piggies are not allowed. It doesn't seem to bother anyone and it doesn't feel like a traditional "rule" at all.
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