It was just too tiring, apparently, for a little poochie watching Vinogirl work up a sweat whilst digging out several dead Pinot grigio vines. Vinodog 2 found herself a comfortable spot under some vigorous Syrah vines, on a springy bed of sharppoint fluvellin (Kickxia elatine), and snoozed away until a turkey vulture swooped overhead threatening her siesta...then all hell broke loose.In my next life I want to come back as a Napa dog. Not just any Napa dog, my Napa dog!
