I spent several hours yesterday raking my backyard and bagging up leaves. I am so sore today it hurts to blink. (Okay, it's not that bad but my legs and back do ache today.)
Anyway, I left the bags of leaves on the back patio because trash day isn't until Monday and who wants to move a gazillion bags of "garbage" if they don't have to? I get up this morning and while reading my email I hear the dogs in the backyard and I'm hearing some strange noises. I have french doors looking out onto the patio and while the blinds are closed, I can see "images" through them. I looked out and realized my dogs were in the vicinity of the bags of leaves and it dawns on me...they are probably ripping open the bags of leaves. I jump up and run to the back door and sure enough, Brewsky has his head buried in one of the bags - which has been ripped open. I fuss at them and they came in the house but now I have to rebag leaves today. UGH!
(P.S. I feel a little bad because while writing this, it dawned on me that I scooped up some of their more worn out toys with the leaves. What if Brewsky was just trying to save his favorite toy?)
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Oh no! Save their toys for them! LOL. For some reason, they like the strangest things--for my dog, Scout, it's an old worn out stuffed strawberry (one of the kids' old toys)
I won't throw out their toys if there is any life left in them (except I did make a call on the rope toy and threw out the rope) but we're talking scraps of toys, pieces of fabric, that sort of thing. It's possible more than a scrap (and the rope) got thrown out but not terribly likely. I rebagged the leaves and drug them into the garage before I went out for lunch so that won't happen again. :o)
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