Old Cheese

Before I tell my story, I have to take care of some unfinished business.  A couple of you asked to see a picture of Evelyn, our new pet tree.  Here she is:

Isn't she pretty?



Now for the story.  This morning, I took our big German Shepherd, Schultz, for a walk.  He likes to sniff around and munch on whatever he may find.  This usually does not amount to much.  Today, however, was a different story.   His big old snoot landed on a pile of white stuff.  Apparently he thought it smelled pretty good because he started munching.

"Schultz, drop it," I said. 

He didn't listen.  He kept munching. 

I listened to the crunching sounds as he chewed whatever he had found.  I couldn't imagine what on earth it was.

Finally, I pulled Schultz away from the pile and inspected it.  Do you know what it was?  Dried string cheese.  Disgusting!

I don't know how he managed to eat that stuff without vomitting, but let me just say, I'm kind of nervous about what's going to come out the other end!