“Your dog is smart,” he said.
“What did she do?” I asked.
“Well, she got into my truck and ate my potato chips,” he continued.
“Maggie’s got a good nose, that’s for sure,” I replied.
“Yeah, but the thing is, she got them out of a sealed plastic container and ate them without biting the plastic.” He grinned crookedly, apparently admiring her technique.
Guess she wanted some cola to go along with her chips. . .
Sometime after the guys left Saturday, I went out to the garage to feed Maggie her supper. I needn’t have bothered. She had shoved another purloined plastic food storage container in through her doggie door. Leftover pizza. Just beside her dish, I found a half eaten snack-size bag of salted sunflower seeds.
This morning, I was looking out over the work site when something caught the corner of my eye. It was the tip end of a furry brown tail, waving enthusiastically from inside the orange rectangular construction dumpster. Maggie. Trolling for leftovers.
Man, sometimes she is such a dog.