A Family Tradition?

I think it just runs in our blood. I can remember Dad and Grandpa laughing as my brother and I tried dog food. I know it sounds gross, but they insisted it wouldn't hurt us. (It really doesn't have much taste.) While I was getting ready for the garage sale, Bowen was sharing a bucket of dog food with Lou. He'd give her a bite and then take a bite of his own. I wondered why he was being so quiet.