209: What Do They Want Of Me?

I told you last week of my new trick of standing on my hind legs to reach things above my normal height - and also told you that my beans were not impressed.

It seems there is no pleasing human beans.

This week I stumbled across something which smelled very nice - in next door’s drain.  I was just starting to test it for taste when TOWTSH (John) shouted loudly at me to leave it alone.

Now, assuming that it tasted OK - or even good - I might have stumbled across a new food source which could have saved them money. But they wouldn’t let me experiment. 

I gather they think that a drain is not a ‘proper’ source for food. 

 I have no such hang ups.  Any source of food is alright with me - especially when the food is free - snd hopefully replenishable from whatever fills the drain.

Human beans have dreamt up all sorts of rules, conventions and prejudices which govern food supplies. The dog rule is “If it’s edible, eat it quick … before another dog gets it.”

Humans, eh.  Who’d invent them if they didn’t exist?