My Charlie Girl (irish wolfhound mix) that we lost to cancer was the world's best dog, bar none, but she did have one fault. She couldn't resist getting into the trash, thus all but one of the trash cans in the house are the covered kind.
It's a good thing they are covered, because both Jax and Kane like to pick up things out of the trash. Usually not food, just paper that they can rip apart or plastic soda bottles to crunch on.
Well, Kane accidently stepped on the foot that raises the kitchen trash can lid. Eureka! A new trick! I was wondering where all the shredded paper was coming from until I saw him walk over, press on the can's foot and grab a piece of paper out.
It's a good thing they are covered, because both Jax and Kane like to pick up things out of the trash. Usually not food, just paper that they can rip apart or plastic soda bottles to crunch on.
Well, Kane accidently stepped on the foot that raises the kitchen trash can lid. Eureka! A new trick! I was wondering where all the shredded paper was coming from until I saw him walk over, press on the can's foot and grab a piece of paper out.
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