Yet again, Ruby found something in the alley, something flattened beyond recognition, but most probably something dead and hideously unpalateable to reasonable people and animals, and it was all I could do to lure her away. It clearly took all her powers of self-control to leave it and do what I was telling her to do.

And, yet again, when we got home, I tried to tempt her with a little snack, little corner of my PBJ sandwich, and yet again, she regarded the offering with suspicion and only very reluctantly took it.

WHY is eating dead stuff so much more appealing???? These are the days and times when I remember Ben (dead dog). He would have NEVER eaten something in the alley. Oh hell no. And I never had to beg him to take any kind of bread product. He loved him some bread. Of course, he never came when I called his name, either, and I’ll never stop being charmed to death that Ruby actually acknowledges her name.

Don’t misunderstand me. She’s a great dog. I just don’t understand the dead stuff thing.