We photographed some raw oysters today and they sat out in the photo studio a little too long to be subsequently consumed by humans. So, rather than let it go to waste, I tried to feed it to Nyoki. No interest.
Seriously, Nyoki? Do you remember that time when you were a puppy at the park? You were offleash
and we entered an area that was covered in Candian goose turds, you became voraciously crazed, and before I could even get you back on leash, you had a thick green mustache. And, the only thing you will do to a pacific oyster, is sniff it? You cute little un-epicure, you. Or, maybe you are an epicure and insist that your oysters fresh and cold?