My Dog Ate Through My Bathroom Trash
100 Words for 100 Days — Day 15
Of all the things that could have gone wrong today, this just had to be it.
I’m lucky enough to live on top of a Whole Foods. It’s a deceptive blessing/curse actually. I buy way too many sweets from their bakery…
Anyways, I leave my apartment for all of maybe eight minutes to go downstairs and buy three grocery items. I’m not exaggerating, I counted — just three things; a jar of pasta sauce, a bottle of olive oil, and ironically, a small pouch of dog treats.
I step into the foyer of my apartment, and my dog, Chinu, comes trotting up to me with the wrapper of a sanitary pad hanging out of his mouth.
It’s a miracle the sauce jar didn’t break from me dropping my grocery bag, while continuously screaming and trying to wrench open Chinu’s mouth.
Honestly, yanking your dog’s mouth open should be considered a competitive sport.
It’s not easy, by any means. The dog is discombobulated, his head thrashing around in circles. The human is exasperated, one hand in the dog’s mouth, trying to ensure the dog has not swallowed anything dangerous.
To make matters worse, I walked into my bathroom to see the contents of the trash splayed out all over the tile. Wrappers, cotton wads, dried contact lenses, and much, much more. I’ll save the details for another time…
Eight minutes. I left for eight minutes. And this dramatic canine had a diva moment in my bathroom…
Funnily enough, despite all the annoyance surrounding the incident, Chinu is snoring soundly near my feet, and I can’t help but ruefully smile. I hope he knows how dearly he is loved.