Being dogs, Harley and Scooter will eat almost anything. And like other dogs, they need to be “trained” to stay out of the garbage can. Well, as you’ll find out from the other posts on “Damn Beagles,” these two are much better at training than being trained. Oh, and they’re smart and resourceful–and apparently determined.
Garbage Can Round X
Might as well get right to the point: a normal garbage can is not enough to keep Harley and Scooter away from the garbage. That battle was lost quickly. And while we may concede that someone could train these two “trailer park beagles” to stay out of a normal garbage can, we soon realized that this someone wasn’t Suzanne and me.
So, after putting the small garbage can up on the washer or dryer for a while, we went shopping for a beagle-proof can. I don’t remember now whether we bought more than one, but we looked at more than a dozen, in several stores. It took me a while, but I talked Suzanne into something that looked like it would fit right in at an outdoor park, or in a warehouse or industrial setting. Yes, we got an industrial strength garbage can for our kitchen (or utility room, depending on where it proved successful, and somewhat on the aesthetics.)
Must have taken a day or so for Scooter to figure out how to push the spring loaded lid back. Even less time was needed to get the lid off; a little longer to pull the plastic bags around the tightly placed lid; no time at all to knock the garbage can over…etc., etc.
I’ll digress slightly to say that, yes, we believe, with Harry Belafonte, that “the woman is smarter,” and blame Scooter for the more clever, determined misadventures that these two canines get into. (This is based on experience, not prejudice, by the way.)
If you come to our house, you can still see where Mike strapped the garbage can to the wall so that Harley and Scooter couldn’t knock it over. He’ll gladly, if somewhat abashedly, show you the velcro he bought to help keep the spring loaded lid from being pushed back. Most obvious is where the small grocery bag hangs from the out-of-reach-of-beagles cupboard handle.
What you can’t see is the perfectly good, industrial-strength garbage can. Mike finally conceded defeat and took that to the clean-up day with other useless household items. He sincerely hopes that someone will rescue it for use in a warehouse somewhere where there are no beagles.