Just last week, my husband Sandy and I were discussing the odd paltry-ness of our summer tomato crop. We’d harvested only 4 or 5 ripe tomatoes all season, in spite of early planting, faithful watering and healthy plants. We decided it must be the 90 degree heat, or maybe I simply hadn’t tended to the suckering as I should have, or perhaps the neighborhood children or workmen were sampling our bounty.
As with any mystery, a telltale clue finally emerged last evening. Sandy spotted our dog Dino in the backyard with a large red object in his mouth. Sandy went to check it out, and lo and behold, it was a big juicy tomato which Dino immediately chomped up!
I couldn’t believe the villainous thief was a member of our very own household! Such betrayal. Such trickery. I guess I will be adding some reinforcements and height to the tomato fence, or more likely, making weekly visits to the Farmers’ Market. I’d better throw in a few extra tomatoes for Dino!