For a treat tonight I bought some bbq chicken legs on sale (already cooked). Pushed them to the back of the counter and put the teapot of top so that if any one were to touch them I would hear the teapot crash. I go upstairs to start a painting and hear a squeak from Molly - she and Jake get rough sometimes. I wait to see if he killed her or they are just playing - he is actually very sweet to her, shes the monster. No more squeaking but I hear a plastic sort of chewing noise. I go to run downstairs to make sure that no one got the chicken and realize I cant run right now. So I hop and waddle down the stairs and there is not one shred of chicken or chicken bones at all. Three very happy dogs. Now what? Vet for eating chicken bones? Or just ground them for life for eating my dinner? Or both. Hootie is proud he did not participate.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 21:43:53 +0000
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