Dirt...It Tastes Like Chicken?

Sammy loves dirt. Seriously. I have to work very hard when we are outside to keep him out of my flower beds. He pays no attention to the flowers--he wants to play in the dirt. Dry dirt, muddy dirt...no matter.

He even eats dirt when given the chance. The other day when we were outside I caught him with a large clump of dirt, poised and ready to shove into his mouth. Of course I tried to stop him...too late. He swallowed the whole thing and then smiled at me with the biggest, muddiest, smile ever. So gross.

A guy's gotta fill this big 'ole tummy somehow, huh?