Performing inventory
In the heat of the moment (or the warmth; all is relative), my decision seemed logical. I had a bag of kitchen scraps to take out to the dumpster, and the snow storm was raging. A compromise was reached, with the bag carefully placed, outside, near the door. Later on, I could get dressed properly and head around into the wind.
Time passed, and the dog insisted that going outside would be “fine”, despite the inclement weather. He was dispatched to do his duty, with nary a second thought. And then, the quiet life continued. Too quiet… the dog usually signals his intent to return with a discrete scratching at the door, within a few minutes. Time to see what the noise wasn’t.
The dog, worried that there might be valuables hidden in that plastic sack, had opened the side with a different discrete scratching. The contents were carefully arrayed over an area of several square metres in front of the door, allowing inventory, I assume. Not a good thing, in a suburban setting with breezy weather.
This time around, I ushered the dog back inside to relative safety, and dressed up for my turn in the storm. Another bag of garbage to gather from the encroaching snows. Chilled contents, for the record. No discernible odour. Took only minutes (before my hand started to numb from the wind and snow). I can’t be sure, but nothing seemed to be missing from the original package. I’ll know, come spring.
To his credit, the dog did not complain about my interrupting his careful work.
