disgusting bokashi compost tastes great...to a dog

Little Princess Goody Two-shoes Penny has blotted her copybook! She was caught in flagrante delicto this very afternoon, digging away with her supposedly sore front paws in the patch of soil where I had just buried some really stinky bokashi compost.

I think the nearest equivalent to this great Latin phrase 'in flagrante delicto' would be red-handed, but since she doesn't have hands, I'd say she was caught black-mouthed.

Penny is caught black-mouthed after snaffling compost

 I was so smug last time I posted about how I keep Penny from digging up delightful messy bokashi.

BetR2 commented that her Lucy would make short work of this barrier. I should have listened, lol. I guess Penny just pushed her way through my little fence, by the look of the skew-whiff way the bamboo sticks are standing now.

A not so dog-proof  fence around the bokashi

Digging for treasure in the bokashi

The next picture shows the new set-up. The problem is that our soil is clay and I don't want to break up the structure by digging a deep hole, so the bokashi is only a tantalising ten centimetres underground. What self-respecting dog could resist?

A challenge for Penny to think her way around the coiled up wire. Will she solve the puzzle?

Another attempt to keep the dog out of the bokashi

I hope not.

a digging dog

A mystery has been solved.

 A few weeks ago a night-time intruder came to our garden and dug up my pak choy seedlings. Or was it an intruder?

 This week Penny has been inside and out with a foul-smelling 'thing' she's dug up from the garden. We can't figure out what it is, but when she chews on it, red meat is revealed. (No one's going close, to check it out.) The most probable explanation is that it's a piece of rabbit torso. Sometimes the taste of rabbit is too strong for her and it needs to be buried for a few days to ripen to a deliciousness we can't appreciate.

 As I tippy-toed along behind to see where she would rebury it, all was revealed. She's the culprit who dug up the seedlings, burying her treasure.

I didn't see where she's buried it this time, but here's hoping this little fence will keep her away from it if it's in the same spot. I figure the meat will be a nice fertiliser for the rainbow chard and purple podded Dutch peas that grow nearby.

I  try to be philosophical about digging, because she's a dog, after all, but I'll be disappointed if she disturbs the roots of the gorgeous peas.