I've become quite enamored with cheese in its many varieties, as my master uses it to slip me my medication at times.  She thinks I won't notice the tablets imbedded in the chunk of cheddar, or the bite of brie, she's offering.  It's okay boss, I'm a scientific dog.  I know I need the medicine that you're trying to give me.  When it comes to cheese dogs, I'm your huckleberry.  I fancy myself a canine connoisseur of coagulated casein.   How about you?

      Being a French Poodle from Wisconsin gives me particularly keen insight into which cheeses are of the highest quality.  I appreciate the King and Queen of cheeses, Roquefort and Brie, and their French heritage.  Wisconsin has a 160 year history of fine cheese making, and is known throughout the world for the innovations of Brick and Colby cheese.  I do accept bribes, in food form, so if you're asking me to tell you which country produces the best cheese, be sure to bring gifts.

     When I abandon my pretensions, (which doesn't happen very often), I find that just about any old processed American cheese serves the purpose when it comes to feeding a cheese dog; or making a cheese dog if that's your bent.  The scent of cheese stirs my soul when it's removed from the refrigerator, and its molecules start to disperse and fill the air.  I can detect the distinct scent of the aromatics from anywhere in the house.  If you want to make me happy, just say cheese!