Lesson number three: for a healthy living, always do things in moderation

Fiona. Oh,what a marvellous dog! Oh, what a crap eater!
Like most of us, Fiona had a hard time setteling for just one type of dog food that would perfectly match her delicate and connaisseur palate. In the mean time she wasted no time in trying out all sorts of delicacies found on the streets of our dear clean city: plastic bags, salami wrappings, baloons, glass jars, fish cans, rocks, wood, and the cherry on top of the garbage cake: a battery. For all those of you that are curious: the acid inside of the battery is black, and the consistency is somewhere between cream and sand. These aspects are probably better not known, or at least not found out from the whiskers of your dog. The most amaizing aspect of all this garbage eating contest, was not that Fiona was a far winner in front of all the other dogs, but that she was never,ever sick after eating any of them.
Amidst all of this, during some very often reoccuring diharea due to drinking water from all kinds of puddles, I learned that one of her favourite foods is rice. Of course what followed was her running a fever so that I would stay home and take care of her just so that she would have small pieces of bacon through her rice( more on this in one of the upcoming lessons).If I am to be honest, she also has a very kitten side of her: she would probably have a hard time choosing between a slice of salami and a bowl of milk. Ladies and gentelmen, I give you my ferocius milk drinking dog!
It was during one of the above mentioned diharea episodes that I disovered what else dogs like to eat. It was in the middle of the night, perhaps 2 a.m. I was home alone and actually sleeping. She wasn't. She pooped in the middle of the hallway. And by the time I got to cleaning it, well, how do I put this: I had no poop and a happy, satiated dog. I know this may seem disgusting, but nobody can actually imagine how nasty the whole thing was. But, the vets that we had previously visited that day had made two terrible mistakes: telling me they were open 24/24 and giving me their phone number. So I called them. The phone discussion that took place at 3 a.m during which I was telling a half asleep doctor that my dog had eaten her poop, and him telling me that guess what, shit happens, that's that, just scold her the next time she does that, was not one of my most glorious moments. I don't know exactly why, but they still accepted us as their patients. Probably because in that early hour of the morning they realized the hilarious potential my future questions had. I am proud to say I did not dissapoint them.
So there it was: dogs eat poop. And my dog especially enjoys this. Once in a while, she tricks us and eats some, with an amizing speed I might add.
The lesson to be learned: everybody has their guilty pleasures. Don't blame them just because you don't get them, just remember for your own sake to do everything in moderation.
Next time: Fiona and the wonderfull, wonderfull world of electronic appliances.