Coming home yesterday was, well, special. Tiny had decided to get into the trash and not only strew trash everywhere, but whatever he ate didn't sit well, so I came home to a mess of barf and trash. Nice.

Tiny's never been too terribly bad about getting into trash, or anything else, which is one of the reasons I allow him to free roam when I'm not home. Normally as long as you toss a pair of underwear on the floor for him to chew up, he's fine. (What is it with dogs and underwear???) But every now and again he gets a wild hair and decides to get into the trash and then he makes a godawful mess.

I've never understood the appeal dogs have with gross stuff. If I didn't have a baby gate to my laundry room, he'd go in there and make a snack out of the cat boxes. Now and then he loves trash, and he always loves underwear, it's his favorite.

I suppose it's one of the reasons I tend to prefer cats- they don't eat poo or underwear, and they don't get into the trash. Tell me, Animal Shak-ers, what gross things do your dogs love?