Goat Cheese

Remember the first time you tasted something adult? Maybe it was a sip of your dad's beer, a toke of an older sibling's joint, a root vegetable your grandma made or an inhale of your mom's Marlboro's...you just know when you tasted it, there was this flush of wild rebellion and quite frankly, it was gross. Your taste buds hadn't yet caught up with your imagination...

Same thing when Foxy tried goat cheese. It was like watching a child tip toe through a minefield of flavors and emotions; she gobbled, then she staggered, then flung herself off the coffee table...and proceeded to run WILD around the house...before totally deflating on the floor and staring at us blankly. Even her fur looked a little different.

About twenty minutes later, she was back to normal, and there hung in the air this feeling of relief - hers from having experienced a tiger-like wild kingdom explosion  and ours - from knowing that we didn't ruin her innocence completely.