Saturday morning I got up and out of the house somewhat early for a meeting about a friend’s upcoming city council run for office, so I did NOT have time for photos. But, as I began throwing everything I needed for the meeting and a much-needed day of errands, including all of Lilly’s stuff, into the car, I found all manner of fast food stuff strewn across my backseat. My first thought was to blame my darling husband, but then I realized I’d likely tossed the bag of wrappers and condiment packets (full) into the rear and forgot them. What, then, meticulously displayed them across the seat?
See … sometimes, on warm days, I put my tailgate down and open Lilly’s car crate so that she can enjoy their comforts while hanging out outside.
So, my car had been open to the world for a couple days, including overnights.
Was it a bear? Raccoon? Fox?
Tom and I had a good giggle as I raced away, thinking I’d inadvertently invited a wild critter into my car.
BUT, on the 20-minute drive down the canyon, which is as good a time as any to reflect on life, I realized the native beast who pillaged my Burger King bag was none other than our intrepid canine protagonist — Lilly.
She has gotten into trouble before when I’ve left the car open. Remember this adventure with the cereal bag stuck on her head?
My only consolation? Not that my car is glamorous or particularly clean, but at least she didn’t break open the ketchup packets.
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So after we had our meeting, ran a bazillon errands, we grabbed some lunch and had a tailgate picnic as usual near our favorite park. Lilly and I often share whatever I happen to get, but this time, I tossed away our garbage, rather than leaving it in my car. Lesson learned!
Years ago there was a night when we brought a hamburger home from a restaurant and forgot to bring it into the house. My husband went down later to roll up the car windows and found a raccoon sitting comfortably on the front seat, holding the hamburger neatly in his paws and eating it just like–well, just like one of us had intended to! Glad your messy diner was Lilly and not a bear.
Cute story. We have one furkid (Gus) who is trustworthy with food that’s not his. Our other three (Casey, Lucy and Tommy), I wouldn’t trust with even an empty wrapper. So glad Lilly left the ketchup packets alone…those could have created a brief crisis, as in, ‘Who got hurt and bled in the backseat?’..ha.