Barnaby hasn’t destroyed a single plant in the yard, yet. Oh no, he has better things to do then that. He loves to lie around on the cushioned patio furniture and chew on sticks.
He begs to go outside even when he is surrounded by a sea of new chew toys. Sticks hit the right spot. He’s whimpering at the back door as I write this...time to go sit on the patio, again.