My dog Meg will eat ANYTHING.
It never ceases to amaze me what lengths she will go to for what she considers to be a tasty treat.
Can you imagine touching your tongue with that?
How about licking it? I know I can’t.
The thing was moving. It was almost as if she was
trying play that bite-an-apple-on-a-string game.
I was almost convinced she wasn’t going to full-out lick the thing.
I just knew bloodshed was inevitable.
For a minute, actually a very quick second,
I thought C, more mentally unstable than Meg
but way, WAY pickier about what she puts
in her mouth, was going to join in.
Right about then, I got tired of watching.
I made the dumb-ass stop licking the grill brush.
And that’s where today’s post ends.