full circle in the hundred acre wood

“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.

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