baymule
Garden Master
I got 7 big plastic bags of grass clippings to make compost with. I loaded up on horse manure from the horses. (Thanks, I really need to recoup at least SOME of the cost of feeding these giant holes in my pocket) 
We live in town, but have some acreage where we keep the horses. I came home drenched in sweat in the 100 degree heat and 1,000% humidity and proceded to build a wire bin. I have been inspired by ya'll to do better than just a randomly placed pile.
I got welded wire and measured out about 12 feet and cut it so that I had wires sticking out to wrap around each other to make a seam. I stood it up. It was 4 feet tall and about 5 feet accross. Then I put grass clippings in the bottom, layered horse manure, more grass clippings, more manure, and topped it off with more grass clippings. I ran out of manure before I got to the top of the bin, but that's ok, the horses are still making more.
I was so proud of my compost bin. Even my husband was impressed when he got home. And secretly he was probably glad it was in the BACK yard instead of the FRONT yard where it is easier to apply to the garden.
The next morning I went out to check the dog's water, because our Lab/we think Great Dane cross plays all the water out overnight and the galvanized tub (that he can't turn over) is almost always dry. This is what I found:
And here is Parker, the perpratator, trying not to look guilty, but he just can't quite pull it off.
All my hard work was scattered by the dog.
He is about a year old, our DD and DSIL got him for my husband the day after Christmas after our 14 year old Lab died the week of Christmas. Parker is still in the puppy playful stage and chews up EVERYTHING! I spoke in my best Mommy-disappointed voice, "Did YOU do that?" Parker ran to the far end of the deck, wagging his tail hopefully. "I am so ASHAMED of you!" Parker hung his head and could not meet my eyes. "You are such a BAD dog!" Parker ran to the corner of the yard but could not escape my glaring look. Really I was trying not to laugh, because he was so darn funny! Parker slunk up to me, pleading with his eyes. I still calmly scolded him in my disappointed tone. Parker probably would have liked a spanking rather than the scolding he got.
I got my husband and told him, "Go see what YOUR DOG did!" He laughed too. Parker has such an exuberance for life, even when he is chewing something up, that it is impossible to stay mad at him.
I reconstructed the bin, filled it back up, and we'll see if it survives tonight.
We live in town, but have some acreage where we keep the horses. I came home drenched in sweat in the 100 degree heat and 1,000% humidity and proceded to build a wire bin. I have been inspired by ya'll to do better than just a randomly placed pile. I got welded wire and measured out about 12 feet and cut it so that I had wires sticking out to wrap around each other to make a seam. I stood it up. It was 4 feet tall and about 5 feet accross. Then I put grass clippings in the bottom, layered horse manure, more grass clippings, more manure, and topped it off with more grass clippings. I ran out of manure before I got to the top of the bin, but that's ok, the horses are still making more.
I was so proud of my compost bin. Even my husband was impressed when he got home. And secretly he was probably glad it was in the BACK yard instead of the FRONT yard where it is easier to apply to the garden.
The next morning I went out to check the dog's water, because our Lab/we think Great Dane cross plays all the water out overnight and the galvanized tub (that he can't turn over) is almost always dry. This is what I found:
And here is Parker, the perpratator, trying not to look guilty, but he just can't quite pull it off.
All my hard work was scattered by the dog.
He is about a year old, our DD and DSIL got him for my husband the day after Christmas after our 14 year old Lab died the week of Christmas. Parker is still in the puppy playful stage and chews up EVERYTHING! I spoke in my best Mommy-disappointed voice, "Did YOU do that?" Parker ran to the far end of the deck, wagging his tail hopefully. "I am so ASHAMED of you!" Parker hung his head and could not meet my eyes. "You are such a BAD dog!" Parker ran to the corner of the yard but could not escape my glaring look. Really I was trying not to laugh, because he was so darn funny! Parker slunk up to me, pleading with his eyes. I still calmly scolded him in my disappointed tone. Parker probably would have liked a spanking rather than the scolding he got. I got my husband and told him, "Go see what YOUR DOG did!" He laughed too. Parker has such an exuberance for life, even when he is chewing something up, that it is impossible to stay mad at him.
I reconstructed the bin, filled it back up, and we'll see if it survives tonight.
The wire is a bit bent down, but the bin is still intact. Parker is really smart and he wants to please. At a year old, he is finally "getting it" as far as his attention span will let him. 
We love this goofy dog. His playmate, Paris is our Great Pyrenees, and they tussle and play all night. They sound like a herd of elephants running accross the deck. 
