Our old dog Rosey has an iron gut.  She can eat anything and she does.  She eats anything she get to.  I feed her plenty and she gets a special treat during the day, yet she goes over the kitchen floor better than a roomba.  She even used to get multiple, daily treats before our other dog had to be on a special diet.

The other day I was sweeping up all of the lab fur that had accumulated on the kitchen floor. (Which incidentally is a constant effort.) I turned to the closet to put the broom away and get the dust pan and brush.  It only took moments and yet Rosey was scouring through the pile of dog fur for whatever other crumb of food or dirt was collected in the pile.  Oh my, I laughed.  She acted as though there as a snickerdoodle cookie broken up into the pile.  She had lab fur all over her nose.  Ha ha 

I’ve probably mentioned it before … Rosey is like a toddler. She picks up anything and everything, even fuzz from a stuffed toy.  If I come towards her to get it, she swallows it as quickly as she can.