The Dogs of McCarthy and Kennecott.
Hold the onions, please!
While enjoying a meal out on a certain McCarthy saloon's deck, I eavesdropped on a conversation between one of the employees and a customer. I learned that she was a part-time gardener responsible for watering and weeding all of the small gardens throughout town. The greenery included a couple of planters that were on the floor of the deck I was sitting at. It was full of scallions and kale that would soon be used for personal or restaurant use. Which purpose, I'm not quite certain. And perhaps I do not want to know.
The gardener did her thing with great care and moved along. The vegetables were thriving.
A few moments later, one of the dogs with legs more gangly than the others, strolled along looking for yummy treats under the tables. Bored with "time on his paws" he walked over to the square, 18" tall floor-mounted planter. I held my breath and thought "oh, no...."
Yes, the beautiful sled dog lifted his long leg and 'watered' the vegetables.
I made a mental to note to request "hold the onions" on future orders.
I finished my meal remembering why it is I never cared for my mother's Rhubarb pies while growing up. I was raised in a family with tall black labrador retrievers.
Note: The dog shown here, “Gemma,” is not the guilty party at the saloon.
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