After work mid-week last week, I bought a hot, cooked chicken for my pups. By the time I got home, my leg and foot were worn out so I did not give it to them until tonight for dinner. I pulled all the lean meat off it, no skin, bones or grissel. Shredded it and divided it evenly into their three bowls. Then I yelled, "chicken picnic." Watching their joy and excitment while they scarfed their dinner brought me tons of joy. Jeffrey still gets beside himself moreso than Kevie and Jennifer when the food is extra special. They keep me laughing.
