Testaments to his true character pile up in my backyard. This morning I notice new additions, a take out carton and can of beans. Yes, you heard right, trash piled up in my backyard. And, lest you think this is just about food, the pile also includes toy wrappings and the occasional race car, stolen from under my grandsons watchful eyes. No item is safe.
Why does he do this? What drives his need to collect piles of trash? He has become an expert at raiding the family trash without detection, leaving behind no evidence of his exploits….until one gazes across the grass and notices the pile has acquired new treasures.
At first, I thought he lacked toys. But…no….he demonstrates the ability to build his junk yard while his favorite hedgehog squeak toy is grasped firmly in his jaws. Sometimes he even allows the hedgehog to spend time on top of the pile, a true honor.
Maybe this is a cry for more activity? No….after running with my daughter in law, his first stop is often a quick check under the sink for any new items he might desire to aquire.
I have decided to give up trying to change Sherman and love my junk yard dog. I’m not sure he has noticed my change of heart, but that’s okay, isn’t love supposed to be unconditional?