My name is Penny.
Sometimes it is tough to be a dog. Today, other members of the pack were laughing about some dumb dog that ate fancy stones. I’m surprised they were laughing. How embarrassing for that dog!
No self-respecting dog would ever confuse stones for good food. How could the dog not see the difference? How could the dog not smell the difference? Maybe something is wrong with the dog’s nose.
Every dog I know knows where his food is. Mine is in the food room, in a basket up high that I can’t reach. I would never eat stones instead of food. Never!