Visions of cheese plates danced in his head

When I was in Tokyo visiting Tyler for Christmas my mom was in charge of watching Turtle. I got an interesting update email about midway through our trip. Here's what the email said (Note: My mom also decided she wants to be called Turtle's "old mom" instead of "grandma"):

"We had the buffet table all set up in the dining room careful to have the ham and tenderloin out of reach of busy puggles but when our guests were ready to eat we discovered Turd had helped himself to the platter of sliced cheese which wasn't put back as far. He apparently loves Swiss and provolone and large quantities don't make him sick." -- Old mom