Taking Out the Garbage
Murphy is our black and white Cocker Spaniel. To say he has issues would be an understatement, but he probably thinks the same thing about us.
Anyway, we love him and he loves us….but he loves something else more (and it’s not writing thank you notes) it’s food.
Murphy is ruled by his stomach. He will sit with his paw on your foot and stare at you while you are eating. He doesn’t have to talk. His puppy dog eyes say it all.
“Please give me a crumb, please, please, please?”
Because he is a slave to his appetite I can not trust him. If I leave food on the table he will wait until I’m out of the room but then he jumps up and searches for left overs. Because of his habits I know better than to leave the garbage where he can get into it but occasionally it happens.
Yesterday I heard a funny rustling noise behind me and sure enough when I turned around he was all the way in the garbage bag rooting around for whatever smell was tempting him. I chased him out, picked up the garbage and took it outside like I should have done earlier.
People like garbage too
I don’t go around sticking my head in a garbage bag but I suspect I’m like a lot of other folks, from time to time I am attracted to trash.
Not the kind of garbage Murphy likes, but it’s garbage just the same. Ever watch a show on television that embarrasses you? One that you wouldn’t want your grandmother to watch with you? Yuck, garbage.
Ever been in the check out line at the grocery and found yourself picking up a tabloid and reading about famous people doing things they shouldn’t. Stinks doesn’t it?
What about going to a movie where there is cursing, nudity and violence? Do you come away feeling slimy?
A solution for pollution of the mind
King James Version (KJV)
8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.