As we passed a section of forest, Alex stopped short. His stumpy tail slowly rose and then stood quivering at attention. He craned his neck and flared his nostrils as he inhaled the scent of something interesting. And just like that, he dove into the brush.
Two seconds later a few stray sticks and leaves went airborne as Alex reappeared, leaping victoriously to the sidewalk, an entire loaf of Italian bread clenched between his teeth.
An entire loaf of Italian bread.
And you thought dogs couldn't grin. This was practically the best day of his life, second only to the day he found a pepperoni Hot Pocket with only one bite missing at a school bus stop.
It makes you wonder. I mean, it's not as though we were anywhere in the vicinity of a bakery or grocery store. Exactly how does someone lose an entire loaf of Italian bread in the woods? Was it a lovers' picnic gone wrong? Could I hope to find a wheel of Brie nearby? Did someone else's husband underestimate the importance of the differences between Italian bread and baguette, driving his wife to complete and utter insanity?
I could see the car passing that exact spot, the automatic passenger-side window sliding down to reveal the wife's scarlet face, the golden loaf flying unceremoniously into the woods, the echoing Baguette! I said BAGUETTE! bouncing off the trees and mingling with the car's exhaust as they disappear from sight.
How do you think the bread got there? And what's the weirdest thing you ever found when you were out walking?