One potato will go to the side of the house where the potato bins were last year - also a very sunny location. I'm going to have to plant these spuds deep because my remaining bins are not as deep as they could be, wide as all hell but maybe a few inches shorter than ideal. Everyone else will appreciate that the bin is much prettier that last years' cut in half pickle barrel.
Size may not matter, the rule is that the growing spuds must be covered and they must have space to expand. The more space the more spuds. Last year I grew two varieties in two bins, this year I am growing four is six bins. We have Yukon gold, all blue, reds and guadalupe's. The reds are early season, the yuks and guadalupe's mid and the blues very end. So end that the last batch might end up needing to be harvested by Broskey and Alphagal.
When I wasn't peering at piles of dirt, I took Dogger to the Vet for her annual. The vet said she feels as good as she looks. Good coat, good ears, clean teeth, good heart beat and lungs and her diet is working. I put her on diet food lat year and she's lost eight pounds. Now I need to settle on a maintenance serving for her so that she still doesn't gain she also doesn't lose. She also came up completely worm free, heart and otherwise. She is also now street legal as to parvo too.
She was a champ. There was a couple there in the next room with a teeny puppy who was suddenly very ill. The vet took the puppy away and you could hear it screaming from the backroom. It turns out the puppy as young as it is, is a bit of a drama queen about getting his rectal temp taken - to which his dog mommy replied to the vet "Well, he is kind of a baby". I felt so bad for them, and the vet they had possessed the bedside manor of a snake "Yeah. Little guys like him go from just fine to circling the drain really fast" if it was me she has said that to I would first ripped my dog from her arms and then decked her. Sensitivity is key and she was emotionally tone deaf. which is why that vet is never going to touch Dogger, ever.