I love popcorn

I love popcorn. Mom has it for dinner sometimes, and will share it with me - she throws me a piece and I always catch it, because I am a really good catcher.

A few weeks ago, after we had popcorn for supper, Mom put the bag in the trash and started to work on her computer. She wasn't paying attention to me, so I was able to get the bag out of the trash can. Sometimes I just don't understand why she throws away perfectly good stuff! She does this at least once or twice a week, and I have to go in the trash and get it back out before it is gone forever! That is one of my jobs around the house - to make sure important stuff doesn't accidentally get thrown away.

Anyway, I had never found an open bag like this before, and at first I made a rookie mistake. I stuck my head so far inside that the bag got stuck, and it was scary! Mom saw me, and I heard her calling me, but I couldn't tell where she was! Fortunately, she didn't get any pictures of this. I finally figured out how to use my paws to get the bag off my head, and settled down to finish off the popcorn.


There was still a lot of good stuff in there! I licked and licked and licked that bag for a long time. Mom finally took it away and wadded it up and threw it away again. And when she went to work the next day, I took it out again and shredded it to tiny pieces and ground it into the carpet. She wasn't real happy about that.