This dog is something else.

He stops to smell the roses, 
burying his face in the petals.

At least, that's what I thought he was doing.

Unlike myself,
He will walk away from food,
leaving a German Shepherd-sized bowl 
To be cleaned by the small--yet now substantial--Aussie.
He only eats to please me.

The roses, however, yield a treat on the wing.
Spicy sky snacks easily slide down with a serving of lightening.

Save the bees?