"That might be nice, and hey once the potatoes are ready it'll taste pretty good too."

He shook his head. "The corn took a bit to decide to grow, but everything seems to be doing fine. I think Stacy might be helping me or something. Cause the most I've done is weed mom's marigolds."

Bobby licked her hand after a brief sniff, tail wagging again. He was an excitable dog, but Tom was calm and there was nothing for his still somewhat puppyish brain to get distracted by, and so he stayed.