[the bone is at his feet -- it's a toothpick in his mouth]
Fred gave me that look of arrested intent.
He knows I become unpleasant when he eats turkey turds.
He has learned to look for approval before eating or diving into anything smelly.
This time he got praise. He found his first carrion yesterday -- a sour smelling leg bone. Deer. Probably tossed out the window of a poacher's pickup.
"Gooood boy!" I gave him a dog biscuit.
Then I let him do his thing.
The old carnivore neck-slide and roll.
We were both pleased with his smelly find.