For the record, my dog loves everything - she is a walking stomach. Never turned away a tasty morsel or smelly bit in her life. Yet she s slim and lean for a Labrador of advanced age.
The latest episode was with a bag of flour left a little too close to the edge of the counter one day. She tore into it and downed a few gulps before realizing that its just flour and there isn't much to it. Blech.
The other day, Kate made us pancakes for breakfast. They were good but she made too much so I gave one of them to the dog and he loves pancakes, or any type of bread. I took my iPhone out and recorded it: