Veggie dog

It's a pillow, it's a lumpy throw rug, it's a rock...no, well yes...actually it's all of these and it's just Beatrice, and she loves the compost pile. I rounded the corner to the back yard with the lawnmower yesterday afternoon and there she was, halfway up the pile with a broccoli stem sticking out of her mouth like a fat cigar. She froze, obviously busted, then slowly continued chomping the stalk. I chased her off the pile but she was back at it this morning, throwing up her breakfast for Miss Jane and Mr. Wonderful. I have a fence plan worked out but raw materials have pushed the completion date out a couple of weeks.