With 15 minutes left at work on a Friday afternoon, I get the text that everyone dreads:
“Dad. Snowflake got into the trash.”
Well, take out the name “Snowflake” and insert the name of your animal (or kid) and then ask yourself: are there any other combinations of words that can strike so many different emotions in an adult?
I give Natalia some credit. She cleaned up most of the mess before she had to leave. Plus, she’s had to clean up the mess of the dog getting into the trash a time or two before. So, I kinda felt bad.
Cause usually it’s me who has to clean up the leftovers from our little dumpster diver.
Believe you me, I was still expecting the worst as I unlocked our front door. Much to my surprise, though, it turned out to be not that bad. Mostly coffee grinds in a nice little pile off to the side of the fridge door. That was Natalia doing, I think. Not the dog. The dog doesn’t tend to be that considerate when he’s hunting trash.
After finishing up the job, I let the little suspect out of his cage. He totally played it cool, too. Heading straight to the back door probably to relieve himself of the evidence that was playing carnage to his lower intestines.
Which, he totally deserved.
All of that happened in a span of 30 minutes, by the way. From the time the boys left, to the time Natalia got back, about a half hour passed. That dog wastes no time. You know what they say…Waste not want not. Or is it: The early bird gets the word. Wait. Maybe it’s: Carpe diem. Yea. That’s more that dog’s motto. Seize the day!
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