Gary arrived home after visiting the Petco pet store. I could tell he was home by the distinctive way he screamed, "Honey! I'm home!" Actually, he screamed, "COME SEE THIS THIS IS AMAZING YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS THING I FOUND AT THE PET STORE!"
I went to the kitchen and found out that the amazing thing was a new snack, Lamb Lung Chips. I swear to you, it's dehydrated lung alveoli. From iddie bidda bayyyyby lambkins.
I asked Gary, "That sounds tasty and unusual. Why don't they make lamb chunks for people snacks?"
"They do! They're called ... something."
"No," he said, "Those are the testicles, not the lungs."
I paused a moment, then said as I headed for the PC room, "Excuse for me a moment. I need to go write something down."
"No! No! I was wrong. Sweetbreads are the ... thymus?"
"Okay. So we'll be feeding our dog chopped up sheep lungs."
"Not sheep. Lamb. Because they are younger and their lungs are tender."
"Right, because it's when they hit adolescence and start smoking, then you can't use the lungs."
"It seems a little inhumane to eat the lungs. Think of all those baby lambs trapped in little iron-lung machines after they've had their lungs removed."