But I digress. Her latest discovery? The trash can! And because the hub and I are cheap and got the plastic crap-tastic Wal-Mart one when our magical automatic opening model broke, we are paying the price. Ahhh, such fools in Aisle 17 who buy the trash can that keeps no one out. Poor Sadie never figured out, after all these months, that scraps heaven was simply a karate-kick away. I believe she and Britton are now conspiring - Britton gets the paper towels and old bread, and Sadie gets the meat drippings and used aluminum foil. Tasty!





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