I'd be a lonely gardener without my Gypsy. On my days off I live in my garden. I have coffee in the garden; breakfast and lunch; and spend all day almost, in my garden, or at the pond (unless the weather is bad). Am I lucky? Oh yes, every minute of every moment that I spend in the garden I am joined by my little Gypsy girl. Smoke is not at all interested in gardening, so he is never anywhere to be seen.
But I mustn't forget Jake, the doggie. He joins me as well. It's just that Gypsy can get into the small places where Jake can't, and then voila - there she is.
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