
Ever had a dog in the garbage?
Holy Crap, it?s never just a snack.
Nope - this little bastard turns it into a demolition derby.
Bag shredded, coffee grounds on the driveway, chicken bones in the flowerbed, banana peels hangin? off the mailbox.
Looks like I hosted a block party for raccoons.
And there he is - layin? on the step like ?Yeah, I did it. And I?ll do it again.?
Chin on paws.
Sad eyes.
Total guilt face.
Doesn?t matter what you say - he?s a career criminal.
You KNOW he?s waitin? for his next chance.
Fast forward an hour - quiet night, TV?s on - then I hear that sound.
Rustle? rustle?
The garbage symphony.
I peek out and sure enough - this dumb prick?s got his whole head jammed into the bag.
Looks like a trick-or-treater dressed up as ?Dumpster Dog.?
I blow the door open: ?WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?
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He damn near explodes - eyes bug out, legs spinning, tail tucked so tight it?s stapled to his belly.
Takes off across the yard like a bat outta hell? still WEARING the garbage bag on his head.
Trips over it four times, does a front flip, finally shakes it off, then peeks at me from behind a bush like he?s in the FBI?s Witness Protection Program.
Yard looks like the town dump, neighbours think I?ve got a side hustle as Waste Management.
I just mutter: ?Fuck it. I?ll clean it tomorrow.?

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