Waste Management

Hey, It’s Jet Here. 

When asked, Mom responded that she thinks we know each other well enough to post on this sensitive subject.  In our neighborhood, garbage pickup happens on Mondays and Thursdays.  As a result of Martin Luther King’s birthday, the garbage truck did not visit on Monday.  Boy did our garage get stinky even with the mandatory big green waste bin keeping our sealed inside bags contained.  

On the subject of garbage bags, I have to share.  As previously noted, Mom scoops the poop like a good neighbor.  I’m proud of her for that, really.  She tried a few holders before settling on caribiner connected holders with the option to dispense  both styles of bag designs.  So far, so good.  My only complaint? COLOR.  At first, most bags came in blue, then teal, then, black or grey, then rainbow assortments, pastel assortments, bags with jokes, bags with paw prints, skulls, bones, you get the idea.  Mom tries to purchase assorted color multipacks on sale.  I didn’t mind as long as she installed the manly man colors for me.  I even dealt with the orange and green bags which we could explain away as UMiami Hurricane colors. When Koko went over the Rainbow Bridge, I understood we had to use Koko’s supply of light purple bags.  

Last week, my human sister, Rachel, purchased a gift for JJ; a pink, pocketbook style dispenser with pink bags.  The pocketbook attached with Velcro and fit right in with JJ’s leash and pink color scheme.  Last night, my dispenser ran out of the last roll of purple bags.  Unfortunately, Mom forgot to reload this morning.  When I did my solid business, she scooped with JJ’s PINK bags.  Oh, the embarrassment, pink Mom, PINK!  You couldn’t figure something else out?  

Jetty, Jetty, Jetty.  First of all, you are colorblind!  With that said, Real Men can rock pink in their worlds if they want to.  Most neighbors appreciate that we scoop the poop and do not judge you by your scoop bag color; they like you because of who you are.  When we walk with our pack and someone needs a bag, they always know you will share yours.  Pride in who you are, thoughtfulness and sharing far outweigh the small issue of scoop bag colors, wouldn’t you say my boy?  Wow Mom, never thought of it that way, thanks.  Bring on the fuchsia! 

Another great and colorful day.