
Will is going to kill me for telling this story, but you eating the dog food reminded me of it.
When he was little (like age 2 or 3), there was a wreath made of dog cookies that hung at the vet's office. They were the multi-colored Milkbones- reddish, green,tan. Anyway, he would cry and cry until I took a cookie off the wreath and gave it to him to eat. The other people in the waiting room always gave me strange looks!

Of course they were safe to eat- just flour and broth. He probably picked up worse things off the floor at that age!
For years, the staff always asked Will if he wanted a biscuit for being a good boy.:roll: