I buried my old dog Dakota at lake Patterson, in the tree rows where he used to like to chase around on our daily walks. He was run over by a pickup and died almost instantly. I have not returned to the shallow hole I placed him in, as the ground was way harder than I had anticipated.
I am hopeful his remains helped those pine trees prosper, but can not return to find out, as I just don't have it in me.
The fish guts never seemed to change my vegetable growth, for the better or worse. I am guessing it helped, but it wasn't provable in my nonscientific mind.
I am hopeful his remains helped those pine trees prosper, but can not return to find out, as I just don't have it in me.
The fish guts never seemed to change my vegetable growth, for the better or worse. I am guessing it helped, but it wasn't provable in my nonscientific mind.
