It’s still touchy,
the next 24 hours will be crucial 
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I know! You feel like, “Bad Dog!” But the way it’s told, and because it’s not your grow, you think, “nasty puppy” while you giggle.
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Lol gotta laugh at life or be crying
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I’m hoping the medical team are of a traveling kind. The kind traveling through my area. I’ve always some patients needing care.
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I’d love to 
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I can see it. Us sitting by the camp fire and me listening intently to you speak of all you know.
Lol that’s a short conversation then
how about we sit and all tell stories of fun things we’ve done through our lives or funny things that happened.
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I’m still all ears. I’m thinking I was right all along about @Steven. Remember quite a while ago me saying I really like him? Now I’m 100% sure of it! Feel like we’re related and he’s the big brother I never knew.
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Awww he’s gonna love that. 
it’s 1 am hon I’m off to bed…we won’t be as busy in few days.
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Goodnight my friend. Sleep as the angels watch over!
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This cracking me up lmao…outfits and all
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Nice verity for this season ,they all look great too ! Grape ape I did indoor nice hard golf ball buds ,grape, fruity .great strain.
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This is great !! U guys r too funny!! Good to see a medical staff on the seen!!
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Haha thanks But out. Appreciate ya!
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THE DAILY GROW JOURNAL: BATTLEFIELD EDITION
Current Status: The garden has survived the ultimate stress test. Forget bugs, mold, or high heat. We’re talking about the four-legged furry hurricanes that roam the backyard.
The Auto-Flower Survival Report (The Resilient Little Bastards)
We all know autoflowers are on a tight clock. They don’t have time to “find themselves” or take a two-week vacation to recover from trauma. So naturally, when the dogs decided to treat the grow area like a personal racetrack, I braced for impact.
The Incident: Heavy paws, chaotic tail wags, and a complete lack of situational awareness.
The Result: Absolute resilience. These autos got bumped, sniffed, and nearly trampled, but they just shook it off, looked the dogs in the eye, and kept right on hammering out growth. They are officially too stubborn to kick the bucket.
The Photo-Period Wall of Bravery
While the autos were getting knocked around, the photos stood there like absolute stoics.
The Stance: They didn’t flinch. They’ve got all the time in the world to vegetative-state their way through adversity, and it shows.
The Judgment: If you look closely at the foliage, you can practically see them looking down their leaves at the dogs, completely unfazed by the chaos. Truly brave soldiers holding down the fort.
Damage Control & Visual Assessment
Plant Type Threat Level Plant Reaction Current Mood:
The Autos High: (Dog Tail Whiplash) Shook it off, kept flowering. “Is that all you got?”
The Photos Moderate :(Trample Risk)Stood tall, grew another set of fans. "
Grower’s Note:
Next time someone tells you a specific strain is “delicate,” tell them to run it through a canine agility course. If they can survive the hounds, they can survive anything.
Drop a comment below:
What’s the craziest thing your plants have survived? Because right now, mine are looking tougher than my local weed laws.
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The attack of the caterpillars!!
Some weird looking caterpillars had taken up residence on one of the outdoor plants and eaten about 80% of the fan leaves in a matter of a couple days 
. Sprayed it down with DT and it grew back just as quick as it disappeared. I thought for sure it was doomed
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Operation “Canine Drive-By”: How My Dogs Forced My Autoflowers into Panic-Induced Puberty 
Date: June 10, 2026
Listen, we all know Mother Nature laughs at our plans. But my dogs? They don’t just laugh—they take our garden timelines as a direct, personal insult.
So there Dr. Steve and I were, casually transitioning our autoflowering varieties to their outdoor paradise. We had a vision. We had a schedule. What we didn’t have on our bingo card was Bowdie and Gizmo signing up to be certified master pruners.
The “Destructive Duo” decided the crop needed some “tough love.” By “tough love,” I mean they went full four-legged lawnmower on the patch. Dr. Steve and I spent the rest of the afternoon frantically throwing up emergency wire cages like we were fortifying a bunker in a zombie apocalypse, just trying to save the survivors from our furry garden consultants.
The Audacity of the Leaves 
I went out the next morning expecting a tragic graveyard of crunchy brown sticks. Instead, I was met with pure, unadulterated botanical audacity.
They didn’t kick the bucket 
. They didn’t even take a sick day 
to recover. Instead, these plants looked at the dogs, looked at death, and said, “Well, if we’re going down, we’re going down in a blaze of glory.”
They skipped right past therapy and launched themselves straight into panic-induced puberty. They started flowering we think. Noooo! 
They just couldn’t get transferred fast enough cause of rain and storms 
, and the stress apparently told them the end times were near.
Here is the official “Holding Down the Fort” survivor lineup currently hitting early bloom inside maximum-security containment:
Girl Scout: Currently showing off her first little green crowns from inside a protective, rusty cage. She’s officially “Dog-Tested, Mother Nature Disapproved.”
Banana Purple Punch: Teeny-tiny but absolutely fierce, standing tall in the mulch like she’s trying to pick a fight with a passing breeze.
Grape Ape: Took center stage and is looking incredibly symmetrical for a plant that just survived a canine drive-by.
Northern Lights: Staked up, locked down, and officially pushing out early flowers like her life depends on it (because it literally does).
Note to self: The dogs are officially fired from their consulting roles. The plants are back in cages—though some days, it’s a tough call on who belongs behind bars.
Meanwhile, on the Photoperiod Side of the Resort… 
While the autos are having a collective mid-life crisis, the photoperiod crew is living a completely different reality. Honestly, between me and Dr. Steve, we’ve turned the backyard into a high-end botanical spa. These girls are getting so pampered they’re about to start demanding cucumber water and a light misting.
Here is the unfiltered gossip on the rest of the layout:
Blue Dream: Look at those long, dramatic Sativa fingers. She is 100% that friend who goes to a music festival, puts on a flower crown, and acts like she discovered yoga. She’s reaching for the sky trying to get a high-five from the sun.
Blueberry Muffins: Sitting there nice, thick, and cozy, probably whispering**, “Does this mulch make my lower fan leaves look big?” Don’t worry, girl, you look delicious.**
Cinderella 99: Absolute overachiever alert. Look at that perfect textbook symmetry. She definitely reminds the teacher to collect the homework. She’s so flawlessly green and perky it’s almost offensive to the weeds growing next to her.
Bloodmoon Gelato: (“started out stunted”) Keeping a low profile for now, hunkering down like, “I’m just gonna soak up this sun, mind my business, and plan world domination.” Stout, focused, and absolutely plotting something devious.
So, the backyard is currently a mix of high-end luxury resort and a maximum-security prison yard. Keeps life interesting!
Has anyone else had their dogs completely hijack their grow schedule, or are mine just trying to sabotage my summer?
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Hopefully, the autoflowers get a bit bigger before they really start to bloom
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Thanks I’m hoping it’s just new growth. Lol Im not even sure we can get a joint off those plants! Bahaha
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How old now? Few weeks? Hard to really see size height but they look good 
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