I was walking down the hill toward where I catch the bus to go home and passed one of the zillion feral dogs that roam around. He was nosing around on the ground and looked like he was eating.
As I approached, I noticed little things littering the sidewalk that looked an awful lot like olive pits. Sure enough, the dog was eating a pile of olves someone had left--but was spitting the pits!! I saw him loll one out with his tongue!
A pit-spitting feral dog... for some reason, I enjoy the dignity of that. I bet he´d know which fork to use when too.
You never know the stories of those who live on the street.
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