I was slicing grape tomatoes in the kitchen and Isaac came in acting like he wanted one. I told him he doesn't like tomatoes but he was pretty insistent. So I offered him one.
He took it, carried it into
the living room, spit it on the rug and considered it. He licked it.
Sniffed it. Picked it up, spit it back out. Picked it up again and
carefully bit into it.
I think he got a squirt of tomato juice in his
mouth and apparently did not like it because he quickly spit it out and
backed away from the now-deflated tomato. Silly dog.