One man’s trash is another dog’s treasure. He’d probably love to pick up “trash” in the park.
: o~
My Podengo Gypsy should’ve worked for public sanitation.
I don’t know where she finds it all but every time I get up, she trots over with a little piece of scrap paper or tiny fluff of former stuffed toy as a “gift”.
If can’t find those, she’ll offer me a piece of uneaten kibble.
Yum.
[she sure must think her existence here is really tenuous if she’s always bribing me to love her]...;]