Yesterday evening I came home from knitting to a little surprise.
There were little bits of foil and cardboard scattered around the entry hall, along with a somewhat guilty looking dog with a dental treat in her mouth.
At first I couldn’t figure out what had happened. I went to where the treats are usually kept, on a high shelf in the kitchen where Garbo has never ventured previously. But their storage container was intact.
But then I turned on the lights and discovered that there was a package on the floor at the entrance to the dining room. The cleaning ladies must have brought it in before they left.
Obviously it had once contained a bag of doggie dental chews, among other things.
I could only laugh.
Garbo knew those treats were in that box, and she, in very doggy fashion, figured out exactly where they were and how to get at them. Such a good dog! Meaning she was behaving exactly as any dog who smelled a treat would behave, how I would probably behave were I to find myself in the same circumstances.
Garbo knows not to grab food off counters (although she has been known to “forget”) but she also knows that if something is on the floor it is fair game. I never leave food, food containers, or food wraps, in open trash containers around the house.
The box was on the floor. Therefore it was fair game. I’m still laughing.