The chicken breast.

So Oscar is constantly getting into the trashcan. He has now found ways to get into the trashcan under the sink...and so, if I forget to shut the door to my room at night, you can almost always gaurentee that when you awake in the morning, there will be trash from one end of the apartment to the other. He sneaks in the kitchen I am guessing around two in the morning when I am in a deep sleep and goes to work...So the other morning I woke up noticed my door open, and my heart fell because I knew what this meant. I walked out into the living room and there was trash EVERYWHERE. The worst part about it was that I had decided to clean out the fridge the night before...there was everything from old frozen chicken breasts to ice cream bars with frost bite. When you see the mess, it almost makes you laugh...in fact I did chuckle...because it is so fricken disturbing that all you can do is laugh because you are so disgusted by this small dogs actions. This creep. He comes out in the night and has a hay day. So I start picking it up and I notice the bag of old frozen chicken is opened and while there were three breasts I threw away, now there is only one in the bag. I start thinking of the stomach ache this dog will have and it makes me hopeful that he might learn a lesson...but then I realize that when he goes crap in his crate while I am at work, I will be the sad soul picking it up and cleaning after him, yet once again. So it takes me a while to clean up and I am screaming and of course he is hiding in his crate because he knows this is bad. I try to find the chicken but I accept the fact that is is already in his stomach creating salmonella poisoning. So I clean up and I get ready for work. Well later that night Amira gets home from work(having no idea what had happened the night before) and when she goes to sit down on the couch she sits on a thawed out chicken breast in between our couch coushions... she was slighty disgusted to say the least. Later that night I found another one under my bed. Another wonderful tale of Oscar the Grouch....but I guess the dog is smart enough not to eat raw chicken. That jerk.