Maggie is our rescued dog. She loves to eat grass. She is like a little heifer browsing across our yard looking for the tall shoots. When she finds a patch missed by the mower she flops herself to the ground, and pulls the long grassy threads to her mouth with her paws and then chews them down to the root.
She reminds me of the homeless outside of bars watching the ground for a cigarette thrown carelessly away, to be picked up and smoked down to the butt.