I wake up this morning, finally feeling better after my 3+ day holiday bug, ready for the day.  While getting ready, my wife opens the curtains and let’s me know, “Some dog got in our trash.”

I am not sure how the trash routine is in your neck of the woods, but around here when there is a holiday we basically have no idea when our can is going to get emptied.  We normally have Wednesday as our pick up day, but when a holiday happens early in the week, on the weekend, or in the last couple of weeks, our trash day is automatically bumped to some other day, so be prepared.  It could happen on the same day too, we have no idea.  Often it is the day after your normal pick up, but you just can’t count on that.  We have planned on it in the past and had to deal with an overstuffed bin for an extra week because by some superhuman feat, the trash guy was able to keep us on schedule.

I am sure there is some logic to all this, but the company engaged by the city to take care of our refuse doesn’t care to share it with all of us.  Trust me, we do actually read our city monthly newsletter, so we would know!  We have only lived here two years now, so perhaps they only announce it once every decade and I shouldn’t be complaining.

So, in lieu of knowing what the heck is going on, we – and all our neighbors – dutifully put out our trash on the normal day so we will be ready for whenever the pickup actually happens.  Queue dog getting out of whatever stronghold a neighbor should have him in.  It is the Christmas season, right?  This dog definitely had himself a whole buffet of options available.  With the inevitable overstuffing of garbage cans due to the discarded present packaging, lids are all askew and rampant aromas floating in the air.

You would expect trash strewn up and down the street from every can available, right?  Wrong.  Of course not.  For some reason the contents of my can hit this particular dogs delight.  My wife mused,

“Maybe its the wonderful diapers we have in our can, dogs love those.”

Yuck.  That is one thing that turns my stomach, but it’s true.  Dog’s love the baby diapers.  That can’t be the case though because the Utah water hit several of our neighbors this last year and we all have little ones under 1 yr.  I guess my kid just has that special scent.

Whatever the reason, we were the only ones with the pleasure of having our trash spread for the world to see.  Lucky us.