Dear God, give me strength.....
A meteor, perhaps?
You can't tell from the photo...
but the flattened area is suspicously, perfectly, dog-shaped.
Now, the trouble with shepherds is that they imprint (in their minds, not just in rocket). Once they've done something once, they're almost certain to do it again, an attribute that renders them simultaneously excellent for training and utterly shitful at unlearning bad behaviour.
Clearly, my dog has decided that an elevated position and cool, spicy ambience gives the rocket bed a perfect aspect from which to survey his dominion.
It puts my rocket supply in Extreme Danger,
Or my dog on the resale market.
I'm still deciding.
Meanwhile, the dog figures that as long as he doesn't make eye contact, nothing can be proven.