Tuesday, 27 November 2012

Our Garbage Man has Un-trained the Dog.

When we moved here from the stix, one of our concerns was with the dog (stupidest animal known to man) running out into the street. We keep her in the backyard, or in the house, and have established the 'thou shalt not cross line' at the threshold of the front door. We thought we had everything covered off.

Every morning, Chuck takes the dog for a walk. Okay, lets be honest, 3 out of 7 days a week, Chuck remembers to take the dog for a morning walk.

One day out of 7, the garbage man comes by.

Until recently, Chuck had regularly missed taking the dog for a walk on garbage day. Not intentionally, but for whatever reason. The dog was doing OK and the garbage was being taken. All was well. At some point in all this three things happened in the same day.
  1. Chuck Remembered to take the dog for a walk.
  2. The Garbage was collected at the curb.
  3. For whatever reason, the garbage man started setting down the garbage cans upside down.
Now to you and I the goo and waste that falls out of an upside-down garbage can is not very exciting, but to the dog, that stuff is perfectly divine. She has learned that at the bottom of our driveway (and there neighbours) there is sometimes a tasty treat waiting. If the door is opened and a truck can be heard, the dog is out like a shot, runs into the street and sniffs around for whatever will be most expensive for a vet to remove from her gut.

Thanks garbage guy. I owe you one.

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