Our Old English Sheepdog is not allowed in the garden and she knows it.
Occasionally she will cheat, though, and sneak just far enough beyond the open gate to reach the irresistibly crunchy peas.
Yep, peas. I thought this was a little weird so I googled it. And who knew? Apparently pea-picking dogs are not all that uncommon.
So today when the kids and I started cleaning out some of the fading snow peas, Penny was watching. Waiting. Wanting. So. Badly. To get those peas!
So we tossed a whole pile of yellowing pea plants her direction.
Happy, happy Penny.