Very mundane and predictable. So predictable that Chico, our granddog, starts whining.
I know it sounds weird that a dog knows when its Saturday. But surely he did.
The whining started early this morning, before Tommy even started to collect the household trash.
He was whining while we had our morning coffee on the back deck and then he rushed into the house when I opened the door. Chico headed straight to the trash can to get some tissue. Don't ask me why he likes to eat dirty Kleenex but he does. GROSS!
And he continued whining until Tommy started collecting trash. The truck door opened, Sam and Chico jumped in the back of the truck to wait contentedly - no more whining.
All the trash was collected, both dogs were in the back seat and we were on our way to the Orange county landfill - Chico's tail wagging the entire way. Sam does not seem to be as excited as Chico is with this weekly adventure.
There does not seem to be anything really special happening at the dump. Sam seems bored and Chico, well he must be loving those smells because his tail does not stop wagging. As Tommy would say, he is a happy camper.
You gotta love those routine Saturdays.
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