Molly gets into the trash a few times per month at least. Basically she'll go dumpster diving anytime there are tantalizing scents wafting and the hi-tech rubber bands aren't keeping the cabinet "locked."
She especially loves all foods in the poultry family. Makes her crazy. She's a big fan of the holidays too. Cause you know, lots of carvings on the people table means a smorgasbord in the trash heap.
So yeah, she went diving again today. A fairly dramatic dive too, mess wise. You'd think we don't feed her with her passion for rubbish. I suppose it's just instinctual.
Either way. Bad, Molly. B-a-d.
Post dive. No mistaking what took place here. And she obviously never learned to eat her vegetables. Seems we've failed on multiple disciplinary fronts.
Guilt trip. The face of a condemned waste monger.