My Trashy Dog

Ever since he was a pup, Beaux has been a big advocate for not littering.

Or maybe he is pro-littering.

(And that's trash, not dog procreating.)

When he was about this big, he LOVED trash!

Every time we took this teeny weeny out to pee, he would find the smallest scrap of paper, cigarette butt, or piece of plastic and tear it up if he could. If he couldn't, he'd swallow it. Guess he thought he'd destroy it one way or the other, with his razor teeth or iron stomach.

When he was about this big, he ate the head of a Ronald McDonald toy. Hard plastic.

We had to take the tennis balls away from him, when we started seeing bright yellow in his poop.

And we had to take this away from him when we found bright red in his poop.

And we had to put this blanket up when we found green in his poop.

We had to get rid of all stuffed animals.

Yesterday, he found a crushed water bottle on the side walk. He could not bare to let that trash sit there. It's not good for the environment for goodness sakes.

He picked it up and ran as fast as his stubby legs could carry him up the stairs.

Then I had to chase him as fast as my stubby legs could carry me to get it from him before he ate the whole thing.