We save aluminium cans. Always have, always will. There's not big money in it however, it does aid in the support my Starbucks habit. We collect them in a plastic trasha bag that sets on the floor beside the island in the kitchen. When the bag is full it is transported to the Highlander for delivery to the nearest recycle bin.
A short time ago, I was blogging, and generally both Diesel and Dakota sit at my feet when I am on the computer. Our desk top sits directly across from the island in the kitchen.
Several cans in the bag started slowly settling and making a subtle but distinct clinky noise. D&D freaked out. They started barking and howling and began to surround the bag as if they were luring prey and moving in for the kill. The difference is they never make it to the kill. The cans keep settling and making the "noise" which in turn freaks them out all over again. You can understand the vicious cycle that was established. Movement stops, dogs move in, movement begins, dogs move out. I watched these silly dogs for about a minute.
Mercifully, the cans stopped moving and D&D ceased the game.
I now have a massive headache from all the noise and all the belly laughing.
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