After seeing Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, it occurred to me that I now have an explanation for my dog.
For many of you who have seen the movie, you'll understand when I say, "Look - an undead monkey."
Last week, a cooked steak, with bone, was left on a Corelware platter on the kitchen counter. Der Ralph managed to to jump up (not an impossible feat, given his size) and ate it - with the bone and half of the Corelware platter.
We waited for shards of platter to pierce his intestines. We waited for his final, agonizing moments. We waited for a heart attack, since Ralph is 10 years old and is a large breed of dog.
Nothing. Still makes his morning "walkies" seem like running the Iditarod with all of his energy, that has not flagged in the least since he was a pup.
There is only one explanation - Ralph is the Undead Weimaraner. I will be shoveling up 5 lbs. a day of you-know-what for eternity . . .