The best part of the whole set-up is the trash can! That’s where the extra pieces from the paper and pictures go. It’s a dark hole, but I love to stick my nose in there to sniff out the best scraps. Once I have my teeth on them, I take off at a run down the hall to show off my success to my siblings. Sometimes Mommy is so busy or the paper is insignificant that she doesn’t mind too much; at other times she chases me down the hall calling out my name and trying to grab me by the collar. She also tries to guard the trash can. She sits all sorts of heavy objects on top of it to block my jaws, but I am patient. I give the objects an occasional nudge when Mommy isn’t looking. Eventually, the objects topple over and I make a lunge for the scraps hidden below!
I really wish
I could be more like Hunter and Dixie at scrapbook time. Dixie doesn’t really care for paper as much
as Hunter and I do, so she just hangs out with Mommy and enjoys spending time with
her. Hunter has apparently loved paper
all of his ten and a half years, but he doesn’t lurk around waiting for the
paper to fall. If I make my move he
will follow, but usually he just lies
around sleeping while Mommy works. I
need to have more self-control. Mommy
tries to use this time to reinforce the sit and stay commands, but she isn’t
always successful. She lacks focus. I have GREAT focus . . . on the TRASH CAN! [sigh] Oh well. Better scraps next time?
Wags and Recycling (in the yard),
Jenna
Wags and Recycling (in the yard),
Jenna
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