maybe out of admiration for the size of the pile of garbage he must have, wherever he’s been taking it all.
But my little dog hated the garbage man…. with a white hot fury that could never be calmed.
She hated his footsteps, and the sound of the garbage cans being moved….
and almost barked herself hoarse trying to drive him away.
She had an apoplectic fit when she heard the air brakes of his truck outside.
In fact, she’’d bark furiously at air brakes on every school bus until she saw that it wasn’t the garbage truck.
On garbage day, she’d run back and forth from the window to my bed… poking me…. barking…. she could never understand why I just lay there, and tried to sleep…
while our most precious possession was being stolen… STOLEN, I tell you!…. right out there on the street.
Funny he’s a hero to Poncho….
maybe out of admiration for the size of the pile of garbage he must have, wherever he’s been taking it all.
But my little dog hated the garbage man…. with a white hot fury that could never be calmed.
She hated his footsteps, and the sound of the garbage cans being moved….
and almost barked herself hoarse trying to drive him away.
She had an apoplectic fit when she heard the air brakes of his truck outside.
In fact, she’’d bark furiously at air brakes on every school bus until she saw that it wasn’t the garbage truck.
On garbage day, she’d run back and forth from the window to my bed… poking me…. barking…. she could never understand why I just lay there, and tried to sleep…
while our most precious possession was being stolen… STOLEN, I tell you!…. right out there on the street.