Damn dogs

I’ve got some tomato plants in my brother’s greenhouse. They were germinated on a window sill before I moved, and then transplanted to a large container just last week. They’re now sitting in a layered blend of perlite and peat moss that should hold lots of moisture while they bake under the toasty plastic sheeting. I looked at them yesterday after work and decided that they had adapted quite nicely and could probably handle a shot of fertilizer. Out came my bottle of fish oil emulsion. Originally purchased for the hydroponics setup I had built for growing tomatoes and cucumbers during the winter, it was packed away when I discovered that fish water wasn’t something you wanted anywhere near hot lights inside your house. It was however perfect for the outdoor greenhouse. I mixed up a jug and added it to the veggies, and poured what was left into the other various plants, then went inside to play Warcraft. My brother came inside a little while later, after having just gone out for a smoke. He says to me, “How full was that bottle of fertilizer?”
His landlords have three dogs, two of which are barely a year old and still very much in shit-disturbing puppy mode. One of them went into the porch and dug around the plants, and tracked the concentrated scent back to the bottle. She then packed it out to the lawn and chewed the cap off, leaving a big puddle of brown goo on the grass. My brother arrived just in time to take the wrecked bottle away and chase the dog off. I wasn’t too terribly worried about the dog or the grass, since it was all organic… but we used water to dilute the shit outta the puddle anyways, soaking it down into the turf.
Later that night I’m laying in bed (in my tent) when there's a curious noise outside, poking my head out the door reveals one of the dogs excitedly nosing the patch of grass where the spill occurred. "Oh well, go nuts mutt, I’m going to sleep."
This morning I roll outta bed, climb outside and stand up to stretch. The patch of lawn looks different; rub the sleep from my eyes and step closer. It almost looks as if somebody went at it with a small shovel, but there are no nearby piles of removed dirt. Not only did the dogs eat the grass, they ate entire mouthfuls of turf and soil. Does concentrated dead fish funk really taste that good? Is it worth plugging up your digestive system with a couple pounds of dirt and rocks? Hopefully I’ll never really know.