Garbidge Wensday

So today is Wensday. Around these parts this is Garbidge Wensday. Wen the garbidge man and loud clanky truck comes and hauls off all your old feed bags and kitty litters and noose papers and whatever.

What this meens is, ther is all these cans of garbidge that sprouts up wen i goes and wanders around on the road with mom on me.

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These cans is not normally there. So i hate them.

Or at leest, i did hate them. Then mom invented a fun Roxie game where i touch a garbidge can with my snoot and I gets a treet!

Now I kind of love these garbidge cans. They means I get treets. Plus the cans have weird interesting smells in em.

*sniff*