We had this slab of bacon in the freezer for ever. I left it out to thaw overnight. About 5 A. M. I smelled something akin to rotting wolley mammoth meat from Siberia. I grabbed the offending article and walked down to the dumpster half asleep in an antique silk kimono. Somebody had left their cute german shephard out. It grabbed the bacon. I got in a brief tug of war, worried about it's health. The dog won and trotted away after receiving a pat on the head. I walked back to my nephew's excited cries of " look at the coyote pack!" I looked out to see a mother and 3 nearly weaned 'yotes prancing away with my bacon. I suddenly had a overwhelming desire for loxs and bagels for breakfast <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />