Once, quite a while ago, when Clara was a puppy, she tried her hand (or paw) at gardening. She obviously enjoyed it. When I cam home from work, my beloved pom-pom plant and the last remaining alive bits of my mondo grass were spread every where, along with a very puppy chewed pot plant container and whole whole lot of dirt. I just couldn't bring my self to yell at her, apart from the fact that it had happened hours before and would have been pointless. I could just imagine her grabbing the plant by the green bits, pulling it out and shacking the shit out of it in a satisfying shower of dirt!
Anyway, the point of this post is to say I have finally been brave enough to put the plants down at Clara level again and she seems to think that gardening isn't her thing any more, as she has left them alone for more than a week now.