Dog Would Shop The Garbage

Garbage, I love it!  It calls my name.  Meatball, Meatball come to me.  You know there is something good in here, come to me.

Oftentimes, there is nothing good in our garbage.  Normally it is leftover coffee grinds, or non-meat packaging, or rotting fruits or vegetables.  The garbage still calls for me since it is not covered and I love to shop!

This Easter our garbage got some new inventory.  My parents had family over.  Immediately, the scent entered the house as the guests arrived.  The smell was meat, glorious meat, and as a carnivorous animal I am to eat this glorious meat.

They set the meat on a table too high for my arthritic legs, but the scent filled the house and my nostrils.  My sister and I drooled as we roamed the scene, and watched some of the family members fill their plate with what we knew would soon be our goodness.

They ate and ate, and ate some more.  We drooled, drooled, and circled. 

Finally, I saw my Mom start to clear the plates and dispose of the leftovers down the garbage disposal.  I thought, STOP IT, STOP IT NOW....  She must have heard our thoughts, because at this exact moment is when she went over to the garbage and dumped something in there.  It was something off of every plate and my sister and I immediately took notice. 

Sniff, sniff, sniff, what is it?   Is this Black Friday for me and Tyra?  Seriously, what is in that garbage?  I need to lay low since I am certainly not allowed to shop from the garbage.

But sometimes you have to indulge in your animal instincts.  This indulgence was to happen at the exact same moment as when my Mom served desserts to the already overfull guests.  It was time for Tyra and I to stop window shopping and buy.  I stuck my nose in the garbage and grabbed whatever I could get.  Tyra did the same. 

We momentarily enjoyed doing the dirty - shredding the napkins of the guests who just ate the meat.  It was AMAZING!!!  We shredded and shredded, both looking at one another knowing we were doing wrong.  But, we still shredded our newly found goods. 

Oh no, footstepts.  Tyra and I dropped our ears as our Mom entered the kitchen, who me???  Mom said something that started with no, so we both dropped the napkins, and our heads, and did the walk of shame out of the kitchen back to the guests knowing in our hearts that we could shop again later.