My Dog Might Be Really Stupid

There is a five-gallon bucket in our yard full of granite and marble remnants that Neal intends to use to make wine stoppers. It's been there since before the snow melted (she says after watching snow fall THIS VERY MORNING). Izzy was really interested in it ever since it was placed there - presumably she liked to eat snow and drink water out of it. That's all well and good, but it's bone-dry in there now. And she just spent about ten minutes nosing around in the bucket. I sincerely hope she realizes that rocks aren't edible.