Mum came home with a big box tonight. Not sure I like what is in it, but mum says she is happy and hope this solves a problem.
It is tall, but not shiney enough to see myself.
It has a spot on the top that you push and then the top pops open. Mum has no problem pushing the top, but I can't reach it.
Once the top is open you can see a white bag that will hold stuff that mum will toss away.
She put it in the middle of the kitchen floor for now as the old trash holder is still in its spot.
Mum, you mean you don't like coming home to this? I am not happy that I probably won't be able to get into the trash anymore! This is totally not fair to me. I like to check the trash out for stuff to chew on.
Derby's Mum: I was getting tired of coming home to having the trash pulled over nearly every day. Derby will chew on practically anything, then yaks up. I was concerned that he might actually swallow something. After Misty's experience this past weekend pushed me to go shopping and get a trash container, that hopefully is "Derby proof".