Today was trash day at our house. It's CJ's favorite day of the week.  By 7:00 a.m. on garbage day, we have been informed on who on our street already has their trash cans out on the curb and what kind, if any, boxes are with them. These cans are all identified by the corresponding dog/cat who belongs to that house in particular. For instance, today Marshall the hound had two trash cans and some strawberry boxes out on the curb. Bombi the scottie dog had three trash cans and a computer box. Misty the cat had stinky grass in her trash can.

Where we live, you can put as many trash bags, cans, boxes, etc as you want on the curb. Or, you can rent the big huge green trash cans provided by the city. Today I called to order one of these big cans. While on the phone with sanitary department lady, CJ was right beside me repeating, "And tell her we want a motorcycle thingy! A motercycle thingy! Moooo-oooom tell her we need a motorcycle thingy like Chica's!" Chica is the dog next door and they have a recycling bin as well as two large trash cans.

"A recycling bin?" I asked him. "Yes!! A motorcycle bin! For newspapers and toilet paper holders like Chica's!"