We all went to the store, bought rich potting soil, the "ideal" tomato fertilizer, and two lovely baby tomato plants. Back home, we followed the instructions to the letter and within a few minutes, ta-da, our Topsy Turvy was ready. I could tell, Mommy couldn't wait.
Every day she would go to her seedlings and water them and check their growth. Finally, a few weeks later, there was a beautiful tomato bush sticking out of the bottom. Mom was thrilled. "I'm going to make the best tomato-mozzarella salads," she'd tell my human bro and sis. I don't care for tomatoes, but I do care about my mommy and I was just as excited as she was.
And then one fine day...
...need I say more, or can you see that Linguini (a dalmatian and german shorthaired pointer mix) is wearing the bush? Mom had tethered her while the cable guy was home. Perhaps Linguini felt like rebelling? BOL!
In case you were wondering, we got about 3 small tomatoes out of this experiment. Mom didn't even comment on the taste. Good job, Linguini, not!