tomato raze he looked good. he looked healthy. he kept jumping up on us. hoping for food we didn't have to give. my dad took the salmon-flavoured treats out of his coat pocket when we stopped running into charlie in the park. sue told me she noticed some of the tomatoes were disappearing from her garden. "but never the green ones," she said. "only the nice red ripe ones. i thought maybe it was a rabbit. or a squirrel. then i found charlie devouring them. turns out this dog is passionate about his vegetables." "a man after my own heart," i said. 221213 what's it to you? who go blather from