The Trash

The “TRASH” is where Katie and Homer put all the best parts of a meal. Like the extra chickens parts. I learned from a young age not to dump over the trash and eat it when anyone is looking. Everyone starts yelling. The attempt must be discreet. So I plan it very carefully. When Katie and Homer both leave me alone in the house, I pretend to be sad, per usual. Then I don’t immediately get into the “TRASH”, thats an amateur move. I lay on the couch in my normal spot, in case they are coming straight back. After I lay there for a bit and it seems like they will be gone for an extended period of time, I make my move. Sometimes theres more food in the trash than I can eat at one time. So I hide parts of the “TRASH” all over the place where Katie and Homer won’t expect to look. Good spots are under the couch, in the bed, behind cushion, and under the bookshelf. Katie and Homer are always mad when they get back and find out that I got in the “TRASH”, but what’s done is done.


Author: Cheeto Toupin

I'm a boy dog. My mom is Katie Toupin. She rescued me when I was a year and a half old from a shelter. (my first family didn't love me because I bark) I love my life with Katie! We have all kinds of fun! People always are asking "What is it?" so she got a "DNA TEST" for me. It told us I was a Chihuahua/Pomeranian + Chihuahua/Boykin Spaniel so now we know what to say when people ask what it is!

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