My Chappy

My dog, Chappy, swallowed some kind of bone last night, which I'm sure he picked up on a walk. Grateful that he was able to cough it up this morning. It was huge.

I love him so, and I see so clearly how our species have such different instincts. First of all, when I go for a walk, which I love to do, and I see something on the ground that looks like food, I keep walking. I never, I mean NEVER, look at it and think, "Hmm, I wonder..."

But, Chappy does.

And, to take it one step further, when he goes on his next walk, and he sees something on the ground, he doesn't think, as I would, "Ooh, I'd better not pick that up. That didn't turn out to be a good decision last time."

No. He rather thinks, "Hmm, I wonder..."