Photo taken about 10 years ago. I'd been out to Safeway and this was how he greeted me at the door. He'd been quietly raiding the rubbish bin when (evidently) his head became wedged in the swing-top. I think the yellow plastic ball was being proffered in nervousness or desperate "gallows humour".
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Humeroz dog. Exclent.
When I witnessed this event I laughed so hard I thought I'd broken ribs. 10 years later this face still cracks me up. What a sweetie! (Happy 18th - Doug)
oh dear Dougie. that is so lovely it is making ME miss him, despite never meeting him.
actually Poodles are worse BinBandits than Labradors. 3am is their special raid time.
xxx
Tkz Genevieve.
and humor'Oz'...Should have been "Trash", but "Rubbish" is a good sound word.
Yes Nora, and you came up with the excellent line:
"boynton, do you think Doug has been in the rubbish?"!!!
Makes me lol again now, Brownie - 3 yrs down the mourning track.
He was a shocking bin bandit. Only when I left the house. Immediately after. A separation anxiety thing I think. Or opportunistic guts.
The poodle next door has been known to yap/scream at 3. am. Must be their witching hour.
PS...
Now I wish I had described the photo 'in the style of' Musuem Vic's speculative catalogue system - (as inspired by Lunar Brogue)
eg:
DOG, MELBOURNE C.1997
INTERIOR WITH BLACK LABRADOR. THERE IS A WHITE SWING-TOP LID FROM A KITCHEN-TIDY AROUND HIS HEAD.
THERE IS A YELLOW PLASTIC DOG TOY IN HIS MOUTH.
(BUT NOT, APPARENTLY, FROM RETRIEVEING INSTINCT ALONE, BUT FROM POSSIBLE PANIC AND AN ATTEMPT TO DISTRACT, PLACATE OR ENDURE THE IMPENDING SCENE.)
all sort of wobbly and liquorice like
what a great description of a blacklab pup.
oh oh oh - speculative catalogue system is the bizness.
i am so glad I checked back.
"see: plastic,
bins,
toys,
domestic interiors,
Obedience School Drop-outs"
I hope Dougie is now on a heavenly raid and with old friends who have been waiting up there for him.
heh, and it's those specualtive subcategories that are the distraction-machine time-bandits.
I would follow up "bins" hoping for the retro money shot.
(also: in his defence, he passed level one with flying colours at Obedience. Yes indeed, he coodabeen a serious Obedience contender- if only I had owned a car ;)
"It's not what it looks like, OK? I heard this funny noise and, always looking out for you, I thought I better investigate. The noise was coming from the rubbish bin so I mapped out a plan of action, established perimeters and moved in carefully. Now I could smell some intriguing and possible dangerous odours as well. Dangerous for your cholesteral levels you understand? Still looking out for you. After rigorious interrogation of the bin contents I realised I had become ensnared in a cunning trap, no doubt set for you but that's what I'm here for, to protect you against such strategems, often on purpose. But now I realised I was hobbled, my sense of hearing rendered barely effective by this sinister white caltrop. Desperately I looked around and my big brown doggy eyes (the ones I'm looking with at you now) fell upon that yellow rubber ball. Aha! I thought. If I can place it in a strategic location, potential intruders will step on it and the squeak will alert me as fearless hearth defender. That was when you opened the door and turned on the light. What's for dinner by the way?"
And I just stumbled across this piece which nicely bookends your dog's adventure.
http://littera-abactor.livejournal.com/7748.html?nc=183&style=mine
Beautiful, and it all sounds plawsible.
Love the sweet potato bookend...
'you went to Safeway without me'
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