We Got Trashed Last Night
The Mutt
Fred, our beloved beagle, doesn’t cope well with alone time in the house. He comes a little unglued.
Bad things happen.
Even if he’s not alone, you can’t ignore him for too long.
Bad things could happen, but they’re more likely to be hilarious things.
Such was the case last night.
My husband was propped up in bed nursing a painful foot injury, when I rushed out to run a few errands.
Fred, longing for evening couch time with his best friend, was moping alone in the living room.
The Mischief
I returned home an hour later to find my husband half asleep, AirPods snug in his ears, podcast still playing on the iPad in his lap.
Fred was hiding.
He must have been up to something.
It was trash night.
Before leaving earlier, I’d replaced the full bag in the kitchen can with a new one. I’d tied up the full bag and left it leaning against the kitchen wall, intending to finish the chore when I returned.
Fred had other plans.
I walked into the living room to look for him, and there laying against his doggie bed, was the full trash bag, showing clear signs of beagle tooth damage, random pieces of trash oozing from its sides.
Fred, all twenty pounds of him, had somehow managed to maneuver the big bag of trash from the kitchen, through the dining area and all the way across the living room floor, to land on his fluffy bed at the opposite end of the house.
He’d deposited random trash-picking treasures there in the past — a pepperoni wrapper here, a piece of old pizza crust there.
This, by far, was his biggest score.
The Moral
Here are the lessons I learned from Fred’s latest caper (after I caught my breath from laughing so hard that is):
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- Immediately reacting to a situation out of anger/anxiety/fear can cause you to carry burdens that you weren’t meant to carry.
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- If you can remove a stumbling block out of the way for someone you care about, remove it. Or, things could get messy. 😊
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