Compost Heap on Legs

I was discussing Lucky's eating habits (see "World's Grossest Dog and Other Joys" with one of my friends the other day and she made an astute observation. "He's just doing his part by starting his own little recycling program." Yes, I guess he is recycling waste in his own way. I have personally seen him recycle aluminum, plastic and sewage on several occassions. I guess I own a four-legged compost heap. Oh, Joy. Just what I always wanted. I read Oroblanco's comments about the history of the domesticated dog, and I'd like to add my own little theory about why dogs have been around so long. I think they survived simply because they would eat stuff that no other animal in it's right mind would think about consuming. Yes, my theory is that it's vile and disgusting eating habits may have given the dog a distinct competitive advantage during a radical climate change. Think about this scenario... a meteor hits and there's only dead rotting flesh, piles of prehistoric plant garbage and maybe some animal waste around. The dinosaur looks at this and says "I may have a really small brain, but I'd rather die than eat that sh*t." Maybe the sabertooth tiger tries it and yacks it up, in typical cat fashion. So the dog comes over and eats the plant crap, plus whatever the cat yacked up, and maybe has some dinosaur sh*t for desert... because, you know, you don't want to miss anything that someone else might've eaten. Then you go befriend some humans and eat whatever they leave or crap out, and you survive. Makes perfect sense to me. Anyway, in keeping with my recent "gross bodily function" theme, here's a cute cartoon that's been circulating the internet.