Long ago my family had an Irish Wolfhound that was a rescue dog - she’d never had balls to play with, and when we introduced her to tennis balls, she thought they were the most amazing thing ever, and would bring any green ball she found to us, show it off by chomping it first, then flinging it at us to toss for her.
Then she found the tomato plants, with their bright green balls hanging on the vines… so naturally, she grabbed one, brought it over to my mother to show her, and chomped it… and spent the next five minutes making disgusted noises and trying to wipe out the inside of her mouth with her foot.
