Stalking the wild carbohydrate

A couple of months ago, the dog went outside for her morning constitutional and sniffed out a piece of pizza nestled in the branches of the tree outside my kitchen window. The slice of pizza was out of reach, to her great frustration: No matter how much she jumped and barked and ran around and tried to climb that tree, she could not reach it. I threw away the slice of pizza when she wasn't looking, but ever since then, whenever she walks by that tree, she throws a longing glance toward it. I am sure she is thinking about the piece of pizza that got away.

This morning, there was a piece of toast in the same exact spot.

Seriously, you have to wonder what the dog thinks of this. How wonderful it must be to find a tree that randomly dispenses pizza and/or toast. And how horrible it must be to be a dog that cannot climb the pizza-toast tree.
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