Bucketed dog

I dread it when she goes shopping, especially when it's to the garden centre, I truly do.

SHE usually comes back channeling her inner Monty, and today was no exception.

Not one plastic tub, not two plastic tubs, but THREE plastic tubs.  Not black ones like Monty has, but green and blue ones, because she reckons she's less likely to lose them amongst the weeds that way.  and of course if I was in a black tub you wouldn't be able to see me at all.

She also bought a vast amount of compost in bags and mulch, and potting mix, and .... oh  .... everything.

Now we have to go outside and put it all on the garden, in the rain.