potatoes

Saturday we planted potatoes. I didn't look at them Sunday since I knew they wouldn't have done anything. Monday I did walk by and noticed a bunch had been dug out. Of course I immediately suspected a small furry dog. He likes to garden and when he sees people digging he likes to join in. I put the potatoes back. Before I went in that night I looked and everything was still buried. Next morning there were a few dug out. Well that wasn't Buzzie. Buzzie was like why do I get blamed for everything? There's a reason just not this time. This morning was the first I didn't find anything dug out. The potatoes are now scattered. We'll have to see where they come up to find them. There were a lot of cutworms that got tilled up. Maybe something was looking for them.