Suddenly she's, like, all particular about what she'll eat. THAT'S rich, considering this is the same animal who has consumed puke that didn't originate with her (I don't know why that seems MORE disgusting to me than eating her own yak but it does) eggs that were 3 days old with ants on them, her own fecal matter, poopie diapers from Mr. Nasty, etc.
She had a couple of bites and suddenly her ears retracted to the back of her head. She slowly looked up at me like she was really seeing me for the very first time and then ran away to play with my children. Thanks for NOTHING.
So. Honey was not intimidated by me. There are strings of kraut dangling all over the floor, the bottom of the fridge as well as the door to go to the garage. And it does indeed smell like something really bad happened in there. Of course, the smell will probably pale in comparison to Honey's farts when she processes what little bit of the kraut she actually ate.
Yep. Everybody's a winner today, folks.
If I were you I'd go to Humor-Blogs and read something funny. Hopefully it won't be something quite so odiferous. (That's right. I used a big word. Four syllables, folks.)