Craving For Dog Food

Mrs. Crandall told the psychiatrist that her husband, George, had a craving for dog food and was raiding their Doberman's supply. She showed him a can of it
"This looks harmless," he said, after checking the label. 'Your husband'll get over his love for dog food. Let him eat all he wants."
Three weeks later, Mrs. Crandall phoned to say that her spouse was dead.
"My God!" exclaimed the psychiatrist. "It wasn't the dog food, was it?"
"No, Doctor," she replied sadly. "Poor George was out in the driveway scratching his fleas, and I accidentally backed over him."

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