I've been enjoying my bamboo garden, such as it is. The giant timber bamboo thrusts forth new shoots and it's very exciting. 

The buffelgrass grows around the bamboo stalks to steal the water. I weed-wack it down. Then I place the puppy gates back around the bamboo to protect it. I am briefly reminded of the Little Prince caring for his rose. The puppies gnash their teeth against the glass patio door in anger.

Someday perhaps the bamboo grove will envelop the entire yard, and it will be easier to basket-muzzle the pups instead. 

Or I will construct for them giant hamster-balls.