She is back at it again. To no fault of her own, the humans left the steel plated trash protector off the inner can. What was on the menu? Shrimp! Lots of shrimp. See the white styrofoam shell? That was the remains of our shrimp tempura snack. They were delicious and great for making homemade sushi. The black and clear circular containers were also shrimp, in cocktail form. You may be wondering why all the shrimp? Shrimp don’t tug at my heart strings like a cow or pig do. I don’t picture their tiny shrimp faces as I rip their tails off. Enough about my eating preferences though. The last delicatessen I will mention was the brown paper bag, that too was shrimp, originally in raw form. No, I am not lying. A lot can be told by the trash in one’s can. Mine tells the story of a family who eats, you guessed it, too much shrimp (it was on sale!) The second picture is none other than the infamous Bad Dog Darla! Look at the eyes. Have you ever seen anything more guilty and sweet at the same time? Probably your own naughty pup. That’s what they do to us. That’s why we keep them. Funny thing is, they know what they did was detestable or we would come home to them embracing us with their long tongues and wagging tails. Nope, not the case here. Darla is hiding under the table trying her best NOT to be noticed. I think she even held her breath. With a teeth clenching growling voice I said, “Bad Dog Darla!” With tail between her legs she cautiously came out from under the table to make an apology. Apology accepted!
