Puppy Diaries: The Curious Case of the Recycling Bin in the Nighttime

‘Twas a crisp and cool night when my momma took me outside to potty. All seemed right in my yard, I’d already patrolled the border once before doing my business. That’s when I saw it, out of the corner of my eye. The grey outline of a towering behemoth in the night. (Can you tell I’ve been working on my vocab? Momma says I’m a smart cookie!)

Something was amiss.

I froze, stock-still, and pointed my nose to better taste the air. An intruder in my midst. A gruff bark growled through my belly. I only look small, oh shadowy monster. My teeth are sharp. My pounce fierce.

A bit later on, when my zoomies were at their zenith, momma took me outside again. And lo! The monster remained.

When the sun rose the next morning, the monster was gone.

Many sun rises and bedtimes have come and gone. Still the monster appeared and the mystery continued. Until one morning, when momma rolled the monster through our kitchen! It devours cans and bottles and cardboard boxes. I don’t understand why she gives the boxes to the monster, I’d much rather chew them (though Momma doesn’t seem to like that.)

She calls this monster “recycling”. I’m not sure I want to share my turf with it. And I don’t like how its friends appear on the curb in the nighttime without warning.

But for now the mystery of the recycling bin in the nighttime is resolved. I must remain on guard for what happens next.

Stay strong, my friends.

-T