So, as I have said before, ours is not a normal house. The other morning, my wife asked me to find the older dog so she could let her out. Bailey, as I have said, has dementia. I am looking everywhere when I find her in the downstairs bathroom. Mind you I had used this room earlier and had found nothing, of course I wasn’t looking. I look down and she has this monstrous piece of cheese in her mouth. This is a block about 4 inches by 4 inches and about an inch and half thick. She thinks she has struck the jack pot. Understand she is very small so her jaw is open as wide as it can and she has her teeth deep into it. Now I am trying to pull this block of cheddar from her mouth but she doesn’t want to give this up. In her mind she has died and gone to heaven and who am I to try and take it away. I finally get it loose and she is so mad at me, but then she gets really sad and all I am thinking is how do I get back at my son.