My wife loves to have all kinds of planted stuff, but does exactly zip point shit for the maintenance thereof, so plant death is inevitable. I don't care to do any gardening, ever. So, the yards look like shit. Especially the back yard, where the dogs drop off their thanks for getting fed. I won't grace anyone here with what that looks like. I have two moochasaurus sons who get to take care of that little detail. I told my wife-to-be that I wasn't the gardening type 37+ years ago, and that if she wanted a green front yard, that it would be concrete. Then I got all hypno-suburbanized.
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.