Tree Trimming

When the branches of the silver maple in the dog kennel acquired a gnawed look, we knew that tall beavers hadn’t breached the 5-foot chain link fence.


We had a pretty good idea who was doing the damage, because that tree had for years provided shade for the canine inhabitants with nary a nip on its leaves. Then we got Maggie.

We knew Maggie couldn’t keep her secret forever. Eventually she showed off her tree-trimming abilities: jump, grab branch, twist, gnaw it off.

Border collies need to work. If they aren’t provided work, they will find something to do.

Anyone need some tree-pruning done? I know a dog who works cheap.