Gentle Gardener

One spring day in 2000, while spending the morning gardening, I stopped to have morning tea out in the garden. I had a cup of tea and a biscuit and our beautiful two-yearold Doberman rescue dog, Sabba, also ate a biscuit. There was one left and I gave it to her saying “Don’t you dare bury it in my garden!” as she often did.

The next morning, I was watering some large pots and Sabba was sitting very close to a pot growing beautiful pink petunias. When I got to it, I noticed a small mound of soil and realised that she had very gently buried the biscuit and covered it up, not touching any of the plants.