From where I sit, I have a good view of the peach-protecting pyramid on our kitchen island. The foundation of the pyramid is a plastic popcorn bowl in which nestle three freestone peaches. The bowl is topped with an upside down pizza pan, on which sits a glass bowl containing five smaller peaches, with clingy insides. On top of that bowl is a protective cutting board.
Wendy Dog is also looking at the pyramid--because she loves peaches. We discovered that information one morning last week when we woke up to four missing peaches, a trail of peach pits on the den floor, and a very satisfied looking Weimeraner.
I don't know why we didn't anticipate her appetite. After all, she eats everything that isn't tied down. Husband once fed her mustard to try to make her vomit something or other she had eaten which we had read was lethal. You guessed it: not only did she show no ill effects from the original ingestion, but she absolutely adored the mustard.
She also eats soap when she can get access to it, for which reason we keep all bathroom doors closed.
Probably her all-time favorites, though, are Kleenexes, which make for an interesting back-yard clean-up. She doesn't eat paper towels as much as she used to, but then she is seven years old now and her gastrointestinal tract probably isn't working as well as it once did.
She also likes to lick my hands a lot--not Husband's, but mine. I think I must retain cooking oils better, or maybe she just thinks I'm dirtier and is taking over the maternal role.
But all in all, she's a peach of a dog, so I shouldn't complain.