Meet Paisley Dirt

I suspect there isn't one thing out there that Paisley won't eat. If she's quiet, then she's most likely indulging in something that shouldn't be consumed. For example, I was removing weeds from my flower beds when I looked over and the little speed demon made it to the dirt and happily scarfed down a few handfuls. I don't think she was worse for wear. She seemed pretty happy to me. Now, with dirt all over her face, a runny nose and severe bead-head, I should have gone to Wal-Mart. We would have fit right in with the crowd. Wait, was that mean? Nah, we would have only fit in if it were after 8 pm.