We LOVES going outside and putting himself on sensory overload. His nose always leads him to some bit of trash, mysterious liquid, or stray bit of food that I have to steer him away from or tackle out of his mouth.
Yesterday afternoon we were outside and I saw him chopping on something. Hearing crackling and fearing it was a chicken bone (they are strangly prevelant here), I stuck my fingers into his mouth and pulled out a giant, half-eaten cockroach.
BLAH!!!
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