Recyling

Hiya Doggers,

I like to think of myself as an environmentally sensitive dogger, and I am proud of that. I even have my monkey pick up my poo and pack it off for proper disposal. How and where you may ask? How should I know? It's no longer my problem.

Now at my house we recycle.

For you doggers not familiar with recycling, that's where instead of throwing things out you sort them into those things that can be reused and those that can't. The reusable stuff gets put in separate special crates, while the other stuff is placed in big things behind the house or under the kitchen sink.

The recyling stuff is definitely recycleable. When I get bored, or I'm possessed by evil spirits, or get gas, I often turn to the recycling box to find something to do. I think it is my social, responsibility to shred a little more paper, cardboard or crush a few plastic bottles. No need to thank me, it is my pleasure.

Now, I've always wondered about what is deemed unrecyleable... I never get to see that stuff. I have tried to look a few times but I get warned off, but boy O boy does it smell good! I can't understand how that stuff is not recyclable!

Luckily for me, I got to test my theory when I woke up from being on guard duty the other day. A treat had been left for me at the top of the stairs, a big green bag of the non-recyling material!

Being an industrious little guy, I set about the task immediately. I began by sniffing it thoroughly, then tentatively opening a small hole that I rapidly expanded for ease of entry. I quickly removed some definitely non-recycleable items that I put aside. I thought to myself, this is serious business, I should move to the office downstairs where I do my serious work of chewing bones, kongs, pee.mail and weblogging. So I pulled the bag to the top of the stairs and dragged it down the first steps. Unfortunately, it was a little heavy for me and rolled away down the stairs and crashed in a big pile by the front door.

Looking back up the stairs it had made a bit of a mess, leaving a trail of recycleable goop and unrecycleable detrius. I tried to clean up as much as I could by eating the recycleables, or anything that looked recycleable to me. By the time that was done I was so full I could hardly look at what was left by the front door.

I thought it best at that time to rest for a bit in the office with some choice recycling material to work on so my time wasn't all wasted. Over a few trips to and from the office, I picked up a fair number of potentially recyleable items. I also ate a few in the hallway.

All the while I was recyling, I had a funny feeling in my tummy I wasn't going about this the right way and my monkey might not appreciate my efforts.

I think my tummy needs rubbing...

Feeling submissive, ears drooping...

I need a hug.

The Gaffer