Dakota, my beloved beagle, usually hates fruits and vegetables. That doesn’t stop him from begging, though. Sometimes I’ll just give some to him just to see his expression.

So, I’m laying in bed, feeling sicker than a dog (heh) today and I decide I need some grapes. I need the juice and the vitamins from them. I’m thinking they’ll make me feel better.

I’m propped up on pillows, big bowl of grapes in my lap, and up jumps my baby.

He sits there, looking at the bowl, looking at me, looking at the bowl…and I can’t resist. I give him one.

He rolls it in his mouth, drops it on the bed, picks it up, rolls it again, and does this about 10 times. Finally, one of his teeth punctures it and he gets the juice.

Plop!

Out comes the broken grape.

But he plays with it…picking it up, tasting it, and putting it down again. He does this about 5 times until the entire skin of the grape is empty of flesh.

He leaves the skin on my bed!

Then he looks at me and wants more.

So I give him one. This time, he’s smarter and punctures it right away and cleans it out of the skin much faster.

He makes me laugh. When I went to pick up the skins, he had to check them out one more time just to make sure he had gotten everything he wanted.

Silly boy.