|"Now stay in there!" - Fanta.|
Mum and Mr D just went out for a little while.
They came back with bags of things - but no new toys for me. (Mum said I have to wait for grocery day for a new toy, but we can play with the toys I already have all over the house.)
Once the humans put the bags down, Mum went to the kitchen and called out: "Miss Fantasia Dog!"
She hardly ever uses my full name, so I went running to see what was wrong.
"Can you explain this?" She said it as she pointed to the floor.
I was amazed. I couldn't explain it. There was rubbish all over the floor! The rubbish bin was on its side and empty.
The recycling bin had been good and stayed in its place nicely, but the rubbish bin had been very naughty indeed.
"I can't explain it," I said to Mum. "Rubbish bins never act like that when you're at home. Maybe they think they can get away with it if you're not here. They might be like those naughty pillows that spontaneously exploded while you were out before."
Mum picked up all the rubbish and put it back in the naughty bin.
I looked to make sure it was there, and said to the rubbish, "Now, stay in there!"
I hope it does as it's told. Mum seemed very upset that the naughty bin had put rubbish everywhere.
Licks and tail wags,
Miss Fantasia Dog.
(Call me Fanta.)