My husband and I were gone all of 15 minutes. As we stepped out the truck and approached the house I immediately noticed no dog standing at the window. My words were, “Oh, oh…I left a bag of trash on the kitchen floor.”
Tyra, a 6 year old boxer. If she knows you have left the premises, she will investigate. And what do I do when I see the beginning of the trail of trash? I start giggling. You would think I would have more sense than that. Nope…I go for the broom and dust pan and laugh. Laugh!
Here is what we normally see as we walk up to the house:
And once I got her attention…she stood at the kitchen window as if to say, “I didn’t do anything wroonnnggg.”