The dogs have been back pulling their favorite toys from the youngest of the Blue Jay Barrens archaeological sites. I usually just gather up their litter and put it back near the edge of the junk pile. I finally got tired of picking up the same items each month, so I took a paper feed sack back to gather up those pieces that are continually relocated. I just can’t understand why those stray dogs put so much effort into dragging this stuff around.
This seems to be the dog’s all time favorite bit of debris. I’ve found the shoe as far as 200 feet from the pile. The last dog managed to make two pieces out of it.
There are several fresh doggie tooth marks in the heel. This must be a good tasting piece of plastic.
Plastic bottles are another favorite. Most of the plastic has turned brittle over the years. The dogs chew the bottles into small bits that can be aggravating to collect.
This aluminum casing from an old radio tube was carried away, but not chewed. A previous owner of this property worked in a TV and Radio repair shop. He regularly brought home old TV sets and radio chassis. Some of this stuff was dumped over the hill and the rest was left sitting around the barn yard.
The dogs couldn’t get the cap off of this whiskey bottle. It doesn’t look like the contents are all that appetizing. I used to have a dog that could have chewed up this bottle and eaten the broken glass. He was like the old stereotype goat that would eat tin cans. His droppings used to sparkle in the sunlight.
Raised letters warn that “Federal law forbids sale or reuse of this bottle”. That warning was required on liquor bottles from the end of Prohibition until 1964. I guess the dogs weren’t aware that they could wind up in
for turning the bottle into a toy. Leavenworth