My furry children bark at any perceived intrusion into their kingdom. Could be a squirrel, a falling leaf, a door bell ringing on the television.
I have a feeling that they don’t fully grasp the concept of “Garbage Day”. I wish that I spoke fluent pupster and could assure them that the nice people in the big truck are taking things we no longer WANT at our house. They are not taking treasure. They are not stealing our family valuables. My dearest furry darlings, I know that you really, really want that wrapper from Taco Bell covered in grease, who wouldn’t? However its trash baby girls.
They look from me, to the street ,back to me with sheer panic on their sweet faces. “MOM, MOM, MOM…they literally just took that 2 week old pizza from us!!!” “That was still good Mom!” “GO STOP THEM FOR THE LOVE OF GOD”
I am not sure who is more sad, me because they firmly believe I allowed us to be robbed in pure daylight and are in full panic, or my my pupsters for wondering when I bumped my head so hard that I don’t even realize what is happening…