I knew there was trouble this morning when I took Chandler for his walk and he made a bee-line for the grass. No not to pee on it, but to eat it. Like a little cow, Chandler started munching down on my neighbor's lawn. Now I know that dogs do this when their stomachs are upset, so I let him go for a little while before we walked on. Half a block later he started doing the doggy heaves, arching his back, opening his mouth wide, and spewing forth a frothy mix of chewed grass and bile. As soon as he had expelled all the bad stuff, Chandler ran over to another neighbor's lawn where he again chowed down. When we got home I squirted a dose of Pepto-Bismal down his throat hoping that would settle his stomach. Even with the Pepto he continued to barf, as evidenced by the wad of chewed, wet grass I found in the sun room. Poor Chandler wasn't even up for his breakfast. Despite adding a bit of cooked egg as an enticement to his food, Chandler took one look at his bowl and walked away. For five hours that bowl of food sat there uneaten, full of high quality dog food. Dog food that costs sixty five dollars per bag. Then, around two in the afternoon, I went outside to clean the swimming pool and as usual I invited Chandler to come out into the yard with me. He immediately ran out the door to where the kitty cats poop, over by the shed, and started gorging himself on as many nuggets as he could dig up. Yes it is disgusting, but I look at it this way. If I could figure out how to produce cat poop flavored dog food, at sixty five dollars a bag, I could get rich.