He was an incredible food hound and just would do anything for a snack. He would eat anything, too. He would go into our garden and steal cucumbers. He’d steal virtually any kind of food.
I kind of had to admire it, because it was like a personal commitment of his he didn’t even have to like the food. He would go for it, anyway. So, he’d steal olives and things that you know, he’d get that weird dog look on his face when he was eating. But he’d still go right for it. So, I always admired that. It was like he had a cause in life, and he stuck to it.
