I got up this morning to find that Von (my adopted short legged Son), had brought in the new year as only a dachshund can. I was weighting the trash can down with a steel plate, so the can wouldn't be easy to push over.
After Von tried enough times, he quit, so after a while I stopped adding that weight.
Last night, the trash must have smelled extra good, so he decided to try again. When I got up this morning I found Von in his bed, and the trash can on it's side....
It must have been one hell of a good new year's party! He even dragged out a sock from who knows where, to go with his trash can treasures.
He was mad when I picked this mess (his toys) up, LOL!
Anybody want a dog? :)