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Something is eating the cucumbers. I don't know what. I go out to gather them and something has taken little bites out of several of them. Every day. Could it be a rabbit? Maybe?

I figured with three dogs, surely they could determine what's going on. I held up one of the ruined cucumbers and asked Little Guy who was eating it. He dutifully sniffed the bitten area. He shook his head. "Cucumbers are not good," he told me. "Whoever is eating those things is not really smart." He wrinkled his little nose. "And I don't care what Gran says," he added before walking away.

Well, I figured, that was strike one. Surely his older, wiser sisters would have the answer. I called Sunshine over. She's a lab. Labs love to hunt. Surely she would know who's eating the cucumbers. She took a sniff and shook her head. "Probably a rabbit," she said. "I can't be sure. Those cucumbers are really foul smelling and that masks the smell of any critters." She eyed me up and down. "If you'd have left it where it was, I might have had more luck. Your scent is everywhere on it. Between your scent and that blasted cucumber smell, how can I detect the scent of anything else.?" Yes, ma'am. She didn't even give me a backward glance as she walked off.

So I called Miss Lady Bug over. She's the senior adult amongst us all. She has experience and know how. I showed her the cucumber with it's bite marks. She didn't even bother to sniff it. "I'm a cattle dog," she informed me. "I herd cows. I can even herd younger siblings." She eyed her brother and sister. "I do help them hunt occasionally. Sometimes they really need my help. But, frankly, it's just too hot to care what's eating the cucumbers." With that she walked off, found a shady spot amongst the okra and laid down in the damp dirt.

I still don't know what's eating the cucumbers. Or was eating the cucumbers. I went out to gather them yesterday and no bite marks. Maybe my three little angels handled the problem. Or maybe just their presence scared off the offender. I don't know. But I do agree with Miss Lady Bug. It's just too hot to care.



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