Coprophagy Back he comes, a scrumptious morsel carefully held between his teeth. He settles down at my feet, with a deep sigh of satisfaction and starts nibbling on his dried treat. Is it to him as wine to me? The pungent nose, spiced, full-bodied, smokey, pepper, of a shiraz, a cabernet’s damp earthy tang, or merlot’s meat and chocolate tones? He lets it breathe, and suddenly the aroma hits my senses. Bloody dog! Take that shit outside!

Sarah Rowland Jones