Maybe He's Irish?

This week, I have a sack of large navel oranges in the fridge. They're quite good; the first one was a little sour, but they've gotten sweeter with time.

I have discovered something odd, though. If I offer Buster a doggie treat immediately after eating an orange, he'll approach and sniff the treat, as usual, and then jerk violently away. He'll gaze at me from a couple of feet away, as if I just tried to poison him. If I toss the treat to him, then he'll grab it up and eat it - but apparently my orange-smelling fingers are simply repulsive to him. This has happened two or three times now....

The music is surprisingly apropos.