It didn’t end well. This afternoon I decided I was going to do something I’ve never done before. I’ve been plotting it for quite some time, but never had the guts to follow through. I’m not sure what it was in my mind that finally convinced me to do it. All I know is it happened. And the rest is history.
I knocked down the garbage can in the kitchen today. It smelled like ham and apples and cheese and rice and beans and corn and peas. I love peas. I don’t know what came over me. All of a sudden, I was overcome with this urge to get in there and pick out all of that goodness for myself. I never understand how my forever people can throw such gems away. I cringe when I see leftover bacon or any kind of bones go in there. Enough is enough, I thought to myself.
It was quite the feast, and I ate everything in a matter of minutes. Next came the aftermath. Not only was I in (really big) trouble, but I paid for it. Apparently garbage is garbage for a reason. It’s not good anymore. I’m not generally a trouble maker, so getting scolded was almost as bad as the tummy ache that followed. Almost.
I certainly learned my lesson. (At least until my nose overtakes my mind again). Philosophically speaking, I am still a believer in the theory that one person’s trash is another person’s treasure. But when it comes to that garbage, it is a lesson I already knew. I just didn’t realize it. My instincts told me my people would not keep treasure from me on purpose. In the back of my mind, I knew there must have been a reason for every single time I’ve made a pass at the garbage can in the past, I was scolded.
I should have known I could trust my instincts. I thought my nose knew better. I was wrong. And it didn’t end well
“I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry,” suggested Ancient Greek philosopher Socrates, “but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.”
There is obviously no poetry in garbage. But there is wisdom in knowing the value of instinct. That is the lesson I learned today.
…not as bad as Bert pinching the neighbours’ socks – but almost. Hope your tummy is better now
My tummy is indeed better now, thank goodness! And that Bert sure keeps you on your toes, doesn’t he? Pun intended. Ha, I make myself laugh. 😉
Garbage can be tasty if you do not get caught.. I do not bother any more.
You’re one smart puppy! Er, I mean dog. 😉 High paw, pal!
Bummer about the tummy ache, and “aftermath,” W. But that aside, if I could reach the garbage (which I can’t) I’d be all over it. Always.
Love and licks,
Ha. The “aftermath.” Thank goodness you’re not big enough to reach the garbage can, dear Cupcake. It’s for the best – believe me. 🙂
Lots of love,
I think 99% of all dogs and cats were on a” trashure-hunt” once, but it’s better to stay away from the trash can. I had a bad experience as I found a kitchen sponge and I ate that thingy. I fortunately puked while we were on the way to the vet, where a complete emergency-team was waiting for me. The sponge landed in the car, but that was a horrible and expensive adventure.
Trashure hunter!? Brother, you’re so clever. Except for eating the kitchen sponge! I can imagine it probably smelled delicious, so I’m glad to hear you’re okay expensive as it may have been.
Lots of love,
Aww Wiles! I hope your tummy is better now, you definitely sound like you have learned from it though which is the best thing. We all give in to temptation sometimes don’t feel too bad and I am sure mum & dad have forgiven you now!
Hugs, Carrie (Myfie, Ellie and Millie) x
Temptation is the devil’s playground! But you’re right – my beloved people have forgiven me and my tummy is all better now. It just goes to show – life goes on and everything has a way of working itself out.
Lots of love to the whole gang,
Poor Wiles 😦 Cally has never gone for the garbage bin, but she does occasionally go for dirty socks…eeek!
Dirty socks! We are kindred spirits indeed! I LOVE dirty socks…and basically any dirty laundry. No worries about me though – my tummy is all better now.
Hope you’re feeling better soon pal!
I am all right now. I’d like to think I’m pretty resilient. 🙂
If anyone can bounce back with a spring in his step it’s you!
Glad you learnt from it and I hope the tummy wasn’t too bad. If we don’t do some things we don’t know, as our children and we all learn from mistakes. Don’t always follow your nose my darling! ♥
It’s tough not to follow my nose, but I will do my best just for you, dear friend.
Wiles, I love you, you are the sweetest. Keep trying. You always make me smile and laugh! You do have some magic! Thank you 🙂
A dog’s nose can pick up smells that a human’s can’t. In some ways, I’m suprised you haven’t dne this earlier (especially if there had been bacon in there!). Nevertheless, there is a reason it went into the garbage can in the first place. Sorry you had an upset stomach – but I’m glad you are all better (and wiser) now. On a sad note, there are animals with no home who forage in the garbage – maybe we can say a prayer for them who don’t have a choice.