Thanks to my stupidity, and a little help from the poochie, this summer's crop of Black Prince tomatoes have been rendered nearly extinct.
Left on the lower landing for some sun and wind to start the hardening off process, the dog saw us outside through the window, wanted to play and proceeded to dance on top of the tomatoes in excitement.
I knew that was not a good place to leave the tomatoes. But it was the easiest, and in the moment, easy prevailed.
Now nearly two months of work has gone down the tubes. I think only one of the four plants is salvageable.
Oh me, oh my. This sucks. Big time.