Why is the bacon in the yard?

Today I got an email from my organic food coop farmer telling me she found artisan bacon in her yard and curiously some very fine cheese wrappers. Now my friend’s well-mannered lab knows nothing about such activity and is incredulous at anyone who would look in his direction. It must have been some country dog who woofed up Condor’s Rim like it was Velveeta. My farmer was horrified and blamed herself. We have been exchanging food on her porch for years, so I cannot hold her responsible. Sometimes we all just need something made with love and great care, but I encourage all to not litter.  I would think the bacon would have been in someone’s belly rather than in the yard, but even the most adept dogs have their limitations when it comes to packaging. I just hope that the cheese monger knows that her product has passed the dog test and that a hungry critter enjoyed some fine cheese. I enjoyed a good laugh! How often do I get an email that starts with, “I found your bacon in the yard”? This is a first, but since I live with four dogs I did have to quiz my husband about leaving his socks in the driveway!