When I left the house for work this morning I walked over to Dirty, rubbed her on the head, kissed her between the eyes and told her to be a good girl as I always do. I then laughed to myself and commented that she didn’t really have a choice today. I didn’t leave anything out, I scraped the little bit of dried rice off our dinner plates from the night before into the garbage, I closed the empty soup container from the previous day’s lunch tight and left it in the sink.
Today was pivotal in our relationship, as Dirty has taught me never to underestimate her hunger, curiosity, ingenuity and finesse.
As seen in the pictures below, a closed container with mere drops of soup inside, placed in the sink without her ever seeing it? This poses no real threat to Dirty. See how she makes the container her bitch, with ease.
So too, does she force three dinner plates to toss her salad. Dirty knows no sympathy for objects which have come in contact with the slightest amount of food. I am impressed and pleased that she managed not only to keep the plates in one piece, but also place them neatly on her bed for a relaxing and comfortable licking.
I have no clue where the cheese slicer came from.
