Walter is still a puppy, and so, like other youngsters, he explores the world by eating everything. When we walk, he likes to pick things up in his mouth, and he holds it while he walks. He picks up the grossest things. I tell him "Leave it!" to get him to let go of the gross thing, but inevitably, I have to pry it out of his mouth. This afternoon, he picked up a dead frog. How gross is that? My husband grabbed it out of his mouth and threw it. Oy vey! I told my husband that Walter is going to start thinking his name is "Leave it!"