Fences make good dogs

We have a whiskey barrel in the front yard for flowers, but Beau can't seem to keep out of it. He loves to dig in dirt. He nearly emptied it as soon as the ice melted a few months ago. A couple of weeks ago I planted some new flowers and added some potting soil with fertilizer in it. It lasted all of one night. I planted them in the evening. By the time I got home from work the next evening, it was emptied of the plants and half the soil. Between Beau and Teka (we are keeping her while Amy, Edson and the kids are on vacation to Disneyland), it was cleaned out and most of the plants were completely gone. I managed to salvage two, but there were dumped out again the next day. Lesson learned. I put up wire fencing around the barrel. I have watched Beau stand up on his tippy toes to see if he can figure out how to get in there. Since he couldn't he dug another hole in the yard. He also likes to dig up the hens and chickens in the flower beds. Just one every now and then. He always leaves his treasures on the door step. Perhaps he's part cat.

School is out and Jim is volunteering at the Senior Center. He goes down every weekday morning. He has even started Wii bowling down there. He won't play at home because our tv is not as big. I guess that means we will have to get a larger one with a flat screen.

Stake Conference

I am still very excited that Elder Dallin H. Oaks shook my hand twice yesterday. He arrived 45 minutes early so he could wander through the chapel and gym to shake hands with everyone. We were in the 2nd row in the gym even though I went to save Jim a seat two hours before it started. There was a really good turnout. We also shook hands with Elder Merrill of the seventy.