Our bulldog started recognizing grocery bags early. The crinkle of plastic and paper bags was like Christmas morning to him. It is hard to enter the front door laden with grocery bags because it is hard to walk through a 65 pound, excited animal.

Even with the 'greening' of these bags, he can somehow immediately tell that they are back from a visit to the grocery store, and they are filled with all sorts of good stuff: deli meats, ribs, sausages (can you tell we're not vegetarian?) chips and crackers.

With no shame, he will dive into the bags to see what we brought him. Because, really, we must have done all this shopping for him, no?!

I should really punish this sort of behavior. I should. But, first, I must take a photo. Or three.

(Oh, and please try to ignore the hairball on our kitchen floor. You're a dog owner, you understand, right?)