I bought these supercalifragilistic Okinawan sweet potatoes (see here if Joe could eat them once they are fully grown). I’m not known for following directions too well, so it’s a wonder that they survived shipping. Hurray for Etsy! I stuck three of them inside my water fountain to root them. I stuck the other three inside of a pot with potting soil. About a week later, I planted all of them in a small plot.* I’ve never grown sweet potatoes before, so this will be a real (expensive) treat. Unfortunately, they are not Joe-proof. He ran over several of them on his way out to the potty. So … I needed to ask myself … how can I keep my dog out of my garden?
How To Keep A Dog Out Of My Garden
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Or, how to train your dog to get along with your plants. Which is not possible, really. Because even though you can teach a dog new tricks, they don’t pay attention if they gotta pee.
I am a sad, sad plant.
You can’t tell in that picture, but the entire stem is broken. Joe broke my plant. It’s broken. He could have eaten sweet potatoes if he just watched where he was running. The guy I bought these sweet potato slips from said that the plants are super hardy and will bounce back in the face of catastrophe. Okay, he didn’t say that, but he did say that they might die a bit after planting. That includes from Joe damage, right?
I contemplated moving the sweet potatoes somewhere else, but there is no where else. Such is living in a condo. I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to plant any vegetable plants … don’t tell my HOA.
But Mr. Zucchini is happy, no matter how many times Joe runs him over. Do you see the zukes almost ready to pick?
After taking a year off to heal the soil (not a Joe-issue), Mr. Zucchini is back in the game and producing lots of zukes for our summer eating pleasure. Joe does not like zucchini, but the fishies do. Which is super funny since I fertilize Mr. Zucchini with fishie poop. Is that like eating your own poop? Hmmmm.
Joe-proofing my garden. Sorta.
I decided upon buying a pot to protect these plants until they are bigger and can withstand a Joe paw. He still runs over the front ones, but he already broke the one so it couldn’t get any more squished. This is my new worm-poop pot, by the way. It has Thai basil and some type of lettuce that I bought from the grocery store. I throw my veggie table scraps in this pot and cover it with wet paper towels. The worms seem to enjoy the food. Last time I dug into the pot, I had about 23948295828 baby worms.
I also contemplated getting this cute little white picket fence to go around my garden, but I didn’t want to spend the money.**
That, and Joe can jump. He’s got skillz. The dog behind the fence is cute.
Joe wanted me to write that that dog is not as cute as him.
* For anyone who cares, the plants that I stuck inside the water fountain grew like 89523947x more roots than the ones I planted in the pot. The moral of this story is that plants like water. And hydroponics is a real thing even if it doesn’t sound like it. You see that plant right up in front next to the pot? That was one of the plants that I helped to root in the water fountain. I’m trying out rooting my plants in the fishie tank right now to see if that works. I don’t know if this is true, but I read that the agitation (like an air pump) helps roots form. So does rooting hormone.
** Not my house. Or my dog.
Final Thoughts on How To Keep My Dog Out Of My Vegetable Garden
Joe says he’s sorry that he ran over my sweet potatoes.