Trash!

It’s Friday. How I know is because Friday is trash day. Love trash day! I can hear that truck a mile away, whatever that is – but far, right? – and smell it, too. You would not believe the smells the trash truck brings. It’s like a feast. I can still smell the trash truck the next day and the day after that.¬†

Mig’s the driver. Bernie puts out a case of beer every Christmas, hoping that Mig will remember to pick up all our ¬†trash and not zip away so fast that trash comes flying out. A helper who hangs on at the back does the work of picking up the barrels and dumping them out. The helpers are always changing – they keep geting sent back to Mexico, Bernie says.

Here they come now! The helper’s dumping out our barrels. He jumps back on. Mig toots the horn. That’s him saying hi – he likes us on account of the beer. And he zips off, and yes! Trash flies out the back, including what looks like what humans call leftovers. Leftovers are an interest of mine. See you later.

Tomorrow – back to our story. I won’t forget.

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5 Responses to “Trash!”

  1. Pepe (the 95 pound m
    2:45 am on April 17th, 2009

    Chet,

    I love trash day too! For me it is Monday. When Krysi (my caregiver, as the vet calls her) and I walk on Monday mornings, I smell the trash bags at every house around the block. Krysi always tells me to leave it alone because it belongs to the trash man and not me. I think the trash man is the luckiest guy in the world to get all that good stuff every week.

  2. Pepe (the 95 pound m
    3:02 am on April 17th, 2009

    Chet,

    I love trash day too! For us it is Monday. Every Monday morning when Krysi (my caregiver, as the vet calls her) and I walk, I smell the trash at every house around the block. Krysi always tells me to leave it alone since it belongs to the trash man not me. I think the trash man must be the luckiest guy in the world to get all that good stuff every week.

  3. Diane Brodson
    3:03 am on April 17th, 2009

    Do you bark?

    Does Iggy bark?

    Do you bark again?

  4. C. Harris
    9:53 am on April 17th, 2009

    I dream of one day living in a place with trash pick up. In the meantime the dogs and I drive to the dumpster site a couple of times a week. The only neat thing about that is seeing the ravens and sea gulls. I have a vision of gulls following trash trucks through the streets of L.A.

    One winter I saw a feral cat jump out of a dumpster at -50. It took a while but I managed to track her to her den and spent the rest of the winter laying out real food nearby so she wouldn't have to forage and eat garbage. When I saw her again in the dumpsters the next winter, I laid out food again but that was the last winter I saw her.

  5. Rebecca Rice
    5:24 pm on April 19th, 2009

    Chet, I love leftovers too, but probably not quite the same kind as you.

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