The funniest thing happened with my dogs recently. Before I tell the quick story, it’s important to remember they, especially regal beagle Piper, will eat almost anything. And I’m being very serious about that. ANYTHING. Think of the grossest thing you can come up with. Yeah, she’ll eat that.
So I came home from grabbing dinner with a friend, setting the doggy box of leftovers on a chest just next to the front door. I went to let the dogs out of their room and then to do a few other things around the house. They weren’t crazy about going outside so for about 10 or 15 minutes we all just puttered.
WAIT!!! I LEFT FOOD OUT!! Oh no. There goes my dinner for the next day. But I was definitely curious why I didn’t hear a familiar frenzied ruffle of paper or plastic bags being investigated by curious noses.
I immediately went to the box of leftovers. Untouched. Dogs acting as if it weren’t there at all. What? This was food they could have completely obliterated!
Now I know for sure they’re carnivores. The least picky eaters and they leave my tofu veggie roll completely undisturbed!?
I’ve decided to spend the rest of today being offended.
One of my dogs eats her own poop. I’ve written about it before so it’s not a subject I’m uncomfortable with. I mean, if she’s comfortable enough to eat poop, shouldn’t I be comfortable enough to talk about it? She’s my daughter after all, and I’m not ashamed of her! With that said, I’m not particularly fond of this habit of hers. She’s 8 years old and pretty much for her entire life I’ve tried to keep her from doing this horrid thing. But for 8 years, she’s done this horrid thing.
The other day I caught her in the act and I was determined to stop it. So what did I do? Something I’ve done a million times before: I got a stick to poke the poo and toss it over the fence.
That’s right, I poke the poo.
The only thing is, just like a million times before, I ended up just stabbing the poop balls because they wouldn’t stay on the stick. So now we’re left with poop that’s actually easier to eat than it was before!
Yep, I’ve smashed it all up into bite size pieces. Think of a potato that’s been turned into smashed potatoes. Just add butter and she could have a decent second or third meal going here.
All in all, I guess it does help keep the yard clean, so the next time I’m mowing I don’t step in a bunch of doggy doo. Maybe this is her way of earning her keep.
Today we went on a mile-long trail that included a stop at Percy Priest Lake in southeast Nashville. It’s been a particularly foggy day so I snapped some photos that I really like. The island, the bridge, even a boat that went by, they all took on a mysterious tone. Take a look at today’s adventure through Longhunter State Park.