Fall arrives. The season Sadie and Marley dig the most. No pun intended.
For whatever reason, as soon as the days shorten and the early fall air turns to the slightest crisp, their paws are transformed into bionic earth movers. The healthiest entanglement of St. Augustine sod is no match for their determined efforts to destroy turf.
For years I fought and resisted this canine propensity, but they always won. Since last year, I decided to wave the white flag. They’re dogs. They dig. So I dig. So what?
The yard will turn ugly over the winter anyway, and spring will make all things green and grassy in due season.