Some time ago, Bailey was able to appropriate a number of grocery items absentmindedly left in the garage. Two bagels and eight, hamburger-sized sausage patties later, the glutton was sprawled out on the couch, simultaneously celebrating and bemoaning her gastrointestinal victory. A scant hour later, she appeared in the backyard, licking grease off the grill spatula and scavenging through the compost pile, seemingly unaffected by the fact that she had just consumed the caloric equivalent of an entire day’s worth of food for a 200 lb. human.
I’m certain that the scarcity of food in the wild is God’s personal gift to the Beagle: a sausage bush would be certain death for their kind.