Just before crawling in bed for the night, M asked me if I had been digging around (As if!) in my really-needs-emptied bedroom trash can because there were tissues scattered all over the floor.
My response was “No, but my allergies have been acting up and it was really full of tissues. It could have tipped over.”
Upon further inspection, we discovered that something or someone had tunneled its way into the bottom of the waste basket. A tunnel roughly the size of…
oh, say…a certain Tucker-dog’s head?
Who, me? Couldn’t be! And so the interrogation begins…
Guilty! Alright, alright, it was me!
The aroma of my snotty allergy-season tissues and discarded “choke-y” pieces of bone are irresistible to the likes of this gross guy.