Potato Peeling Pooch

Just outside the back door of the farmhouse where I grew up was a large “cat pan”. It was there my mom would conveniently dispose of table scraps, as well as any leftovers past their prime. She knew that sooner or later our cats or dog would show up to eat. Sometimes if my mom was in a hurry, potato peelings made their way into that pan, too. Our farm dog was usually quite selecti...