But I had a wheelbarrow AND A HALF of rot. Which means I had to go back to the tree after I had carefully spread the first load among the strawberries.
By the time I returned - literally 5 minutes later - Digging Dog had decided to advance the project by digging up a half-dozen strawberries and half-planting half a cow femur in the center of the bed.
So now I have a gorgeous, flourishing, fully-mulched raised strawberry bed with metal fencing and tomato cages laid across it. That may not keep the cats from crapping in it, but it just might save a dog's life.