November 4th 2012 5:59 am
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Do not underestimate ME, Queen Sophine. My family has not been "overly impressed" with my intelligence. They view me as the most self-centered dog they have had to date.
I don't care. First off, I am too self-centered to care, and second off, I save displays of my stores of intelligence for important occasions.
My Mom enjoys some rather simple pleasures in her life. She is very proud that back when she had Mulligan, she was able to find a dog-proof kitchen trash can. When Mom had the kitchen remodeled, the kitchen designer insisted that the kitchen trash be placed inside a cabinet. Mom just as firmly insisted that she was NOT having her kitchen trash be placed inside a cabinet, because she did not want to have to open a cabinet, thereby soiling the cabinet, every time she wished to throw something away. Since Dad was footing the kitchen remodel bill, Mom won the argument.
Mom found this: Simple Human 30 liter / 8 gallon classic rectangular step can brushed steel. It takes a size "J" liner (these trash cans are far too fancy to take a "trash bag," they take "liners.") Mom loves the way the "J" liners line the plastic insert of the trash can just perfect, neatly, with a pleasing fold at the top.
Mulligan found that he was unable to Dumpster Dive into the Simple Human can, or even to knock it over. No more coming home from an outing to discover the contents of the kitchen trash strewn about the house, with a contented dog, and an unhappy Mom.
Last night, while Mom and Dad were out, Oldest Lad made his usual DiGiorno Four Cheese Rising Crust Pizza. Oldest Lad does does not eat the pizza edges. He wastes them! Oldest Lad threw the Pizza Edges into the Trash!
This is what I, Queen Sophine learned to do:
I took one of my delicate, white furred paws, stepped onto the step of the Simple Human trash cans, and the lid popped open. Right there on top, were delicious, cast-off pizza edges. I snacked on those pizza edges.
My regret is that I am not taller. Now that I have learned how to paw open the step to the Trash Can, anything that is at the "top" of the trash is now MINE, ALL MINE. I have defeated Mom and her so-called dog-proof Simple Human Trash Can with it's perfectly fitting "J' liners as well. I feel quite accomplished.
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Way to go Sophie! Soon you will be online ordering your own treats with those plastic cards the peepoles use.
Way to go! I has to bark for my pizza crusts.
This is all Oldest Lad's fault. He outed your intelligence. If he would've just given you the pizza crusts in the first place, you could've kept your intelligence to yourself....