Puppies and peanut butter

It's strange to be around a creature that eats so indiscriminately. Our dog gets worms from eating soil in the garden and chews on stones while we scurry after him, trying to dislodge them from his mouth. He dismembers his toy pheasant in a matter of hours and eats the wiry stuffing with relish. A fluffy clod somehow ends up in my risotto and I spit it …