Sunday night I happened to observe my hunans' crazy ritual. Every week, on Sunday night my stupid humans take big Glad flexible bags outside and put them in a big plastic thing with wheels which they call a garbage can. I have no idea why they do it, but they do. Angel Zoom Smokey and myself have discussed this sItuation many times. Neither of us approve of the great items they put in the bag. Sometimes they put my entire collections in there. I had a stash of little ice cream sundae cups under the couch, and the humans threw them in the garbage when they found them. Those containers still smelled of vanilla ice cream, and they brought back wonderful memories. I had planned to dig some holes in the spring, plant them, and grow more ice cream. I decided being an ice cream farmer would be an honorable profession. My dreams were shattered by the human's stupidity.
Sunday night, William left the garbage bag alone while he went to get a second bag. I am a resourceful dog so I peed on it. I hope the garbage picker uppers smell the bag and leave it alone. That bag is mine- I marked it!
Demon Flash Bandit (Stopping Crime One Bag at a Time)