Okay, this is as gritty as I get . . .
Last night, we were having dinner with our good friends.
Lots of talk. Tons of laughter.
And some eating fit in there somewhere.
You know the drill . . .
The talk turned from our kids (our favourite topic) to dogs.
Our friend, I’ll call her Tammy, mentioned with a shudder, that their miniature schnauzer (hereinafter known as Ruby), sometimes would . . . umm . . . eat those droppings she should have left far behind.
Yes, this was during dinner – now you know why there was more talk and laughter than eating.
Moving on . . .
Tammy had read, recently, that this usually indicated a lack of potassium.
And that the best treatment was to feed her dog a bit of banana.
Did you know that dogs like banana?
Well they do.
Ruby snapped it up like manna from heaven.
And the . . . umm . . . unfortunate tendency . . . disappeared.
Tammy’s husby, . . . I’ll call him Gord, spoke up.
“You know,” he said. “I knew it would work!”
We all looked at him.
“Yeah. I’ve been eating bananas forever . . .”
We waited for the punch line . . .
“. . . and I’ve never once been tempted to eat my droppings!”
Banana. Tasty prevent-er of so many things . . .