Garbage Picking

Unbeknownst to me, my next door neighbors missed garbage day. Or, at least one bag of trash did. And of course, the proper place to dispose of that bag would be placing it atop the picnic table on their back porch. Really, it's none of my business and they are allowed to do whatever they'd like with their garbage. It only became my business when I was outside playing with my buddy, Shea.

Shea was really into the game of fetch we were playing. He seemed to have a little extra pep in his step. As he was returned the thrown ball to me, he suddenly stopped. He began running in a circle as though he was chasing a scent. The circle led him up the neighbor's back porch and to their back door. I was unsure of what he was doing, it almost looked like he was trying to get in. Then, he turned around and hopped up onto their picnic table.

The garbage bag was laying there, beckoning to be broken into. It was awfully easy to break into as well, for it wasn't pulled tight or tied up. Shea simply had to stick his head into the bag and grab whatever was there. Luckily, I am fast enough to get to him quickly. By the time I got to him, all he had time to pull out was half a cookie, an empty Doritos bag, and an empty cup.

So, my afternoon play-session turned into a trash picking up escapade. While I hate picking up my own trash, picking up the slightly sketchy neighbors is much worse!