Busted

I'm a dog. Dogs do trash. Lady doesn't it like it. She left me this morning, so I left her a surprise when she got home. Well, what do you expect when she leaves the chicken package in the trash can? I could smell it. I know how to step on the foot pedal to open the can and tip it over to reveal the contents. No chicken. Yesterday she cooked chicken for me. Now for a vegetarian, that's love. She has a special pan to cook it in. She doesn't want to cook chicken in her pots. She made us both veggie rice in the rice cooker. I was naughty to dump the trash can after she cooked chicken for me. I'm just a little dog, and I love meat!