This is what happens when you adopt the neighborhood stray who survived on nothing but garbage for the second half of her first year.
We normally shut our garbage can in the guest bathroom, but after years of doing so (we’ve had her five years now), WE’RE TIRED OF IT.
So I put weights in the bottom, hoping to deter Lucky from opening this plastic Simple Human can that LOCKS. (we’re too cheap for the more expensive SH cans)
Lucky dragged that freaking can around the eat-in part of our kitchen and tore the bag to shreds trying to get it out. She must have forgotten how to unlock it, or those times were thanks to a fluke.
Oh, and Lucky knows she’s been bad. She starts shaking the second I walk in the door and will not come out of her “I’m submitting, see? Please don’t give me away!” position.
It’s really too cute to stay mad at for long.
Just until I’m done cleaning up her mess. Again.
