During the early part of 2006 lots more palm trees, cordylines, crotons etc were added to the garden in the back yard.
The best part was when they spread blood and bone around the plants. I just love the smell of that stuff – like someone buried an old bone.
In May the pool was started. Lots of workmen and machinery coming and going so John fenced off a smaller yard for me so they’d feel safe from the dog. When the pool was finished, by September, we laid pavers, built a Bali hut and put gardens in around it.
There wasn’t much rain and so water restrictions got more and more strict. Firstly only a hand-held hose a few hours per week, then buckets and watering cans only. No more plants were added because it took all Ros’ spare time and energy to water what was already there with the watering cans.
Towards the end of the year they bought two rainwater tanks but still had to mainly bucket water because there wasn’t enough rain to keep the tanks topped up.
The drought continued most of the way through 2007.
Over the Easter break John and Ros made a sitting area at the front. They used 3 cubic metres of stones and some pavers. I have to be on my lead to be allowed out there. Luckily the lead is fairly long. While they’re sitting having a drink I can explore the garden and hunt lizards or hide behind the hedge and bark at people walking by.
In August we got a pump for the second tank plus it rained and filled the tanks, so hosing the garden started again. I’ve never seen people so happy to point a hose at plants. Some evenings they get one hose each and water all around the gardens. I sit patiently and wait for them to realise it’s my dinner time and come and feed me. They seem obsessed with rain, they measure how much falls and look on BOM to see if more is coming and they knock on the tank to see how full it is. I try to tell them - it’s rain – it’s wet – makes your paws muddy and your fur wet- nothing to get all excited about. If it rained smackos, now that would be something.