I watched, with morbid fascination, as my dog gouged with tooth and tongue between her toenails for that elusive nodule of gunge. It was not a pleasant sight or sound in fact, I would say, it had to be vaguely sickening as she masticated that foot to death.
However, she appeared happy and in a doggy way that happiness bloomed with the widening girth of her doggy smile. Contentment reigned supreme, happiness divine even. There was that look of deep satisfaction that came from the knowledge she was living through the satisfaction of a job well done; a dog on top of her game.