The back yard - part I

As many of you know, I found a dog in 

 El Salvador a little over a year ago 

- or rather, I think, she found me.

Her name is Zandia, an unintentional misspelling of 

"sandia", which means "watermelon" in Spanish.

She is my lovebug.

She was 8 weeks old when I found her.

Now she's 1 year and 7 months.

Now that we're both back in my house,

I needed to rethink my back yard to make it

more dog-friendly.

In addition to a small patio,

it had a lot of tiered planting beds

(and no grass), which meant

a lot of muddy little footprints in the house.

Plus, Zandia is a digger.

More muddy footprints.

So I decided to eliminate most of the planting beds,

add some grass, and level out the terracing

while I was at it so that the space
would be more useable - enough room
for a lounge chair maybe.

Oh, and the fence needed to be rebuilt.
Sigh.

The project is underway.
And.
It's.
A.
Mess.

I'm definitely having a moment of "what have I done?!"