Marley and Sadie frolic in the ploughed up patch of the back yard where Marley digs.

Sarah and I sat on the patio this afternoon, lamenting the ugly patch of lawn adjacent to the patio where Marley the Dog has destroyed the yard, scratching and rooting for God-knows-what.  All we know is that our  stretch of healthy, green grass has been clawed and plowed and scraped bare right before the onset of winter, assuring a winter’s worth of mud to dirty the doggie pattes (paws) all the more as they track up the patio (and into the house!).

Sarah lamented the condition of the yard this afternoon: “Look at that!  It looks like we have armadillos in the back yard.”

I corrected her: “No, not armadillos.  But we do have a “Marleydillo.”

Why he digs is beyond us.  He’s almost two, so the propensity doesn’t owe to puppyhood.  And we’re pretty sure there’s no buried treasure.