While I was clearing the bed and raking it smooth, Buffy dug a 3 foot trench a foot deep. I put her in the pen. DH came along and let her out. She promised to be good. As I was planting the last viola, she stretched out on three of them. When I yelled at her, she got up and moved to the other end to lie on three more. When I brought the watering can, she drank from the watering can, letting water dribble on each plant so as not to wash away the soil. All that soft compost in the wheel barrow was just too tempting, she jumped in and stretched out. Suddenly she thought to help me with unloading by starting to scratch and fling soil everywhere. She also helped with scattering pine straw over every plant.
We have seeds to scatter yet: poppies and larkspur and such. Buffy helped to sift compost this morning by jumping up on the piece of hardware cloth I had over the wheelbarrow and sitting there. In Buffy's doggie mind, she is great help and I cannot work without her.