Having eradicated the laurel trees in my garden, now I am going for the dog rose. Wielding a huge hoe, I am pulling out its roots, too. Dog rose, what dog rose?

Addendum (November 9, 2016)

Whenever I look into my garden from the terrace, I just shake my head in utter embarrassment. Nay, dismay. I have not even been in it for months, let alone done anything in it. To the best of my recollection, the last time I went to the garden was about a month after this haiku was penned. And the garden shows it, too. By now, it looks as though no-one has been in it for years, if ever. As for the dog rose, it is thriving. And no kidding. The only way to keep it in check is to do what I was doing months ago at least once a week. Wielding a huge hoe, I should be pulling out its roots week after week. Alas, I am not likely to descend into my garden until next spring. By then, it will be teeming with dog rose and nothing but dog rose.