Stuffed Henry
Last night, Henry stole a >= 2lbs package of chicken off of the countertop while I was putting the garbage out to the curb and chatting with the neighbors. He’d consumed the entire thing by the time I got back in.
That lump in the middle? That’s not usually there. That’s chicken.
The funniest part was watching Eowyn watch him. She had this look on her face that said, “I think you’re stuffed with chicken. I have a taste for chicken.” Henry wanted to sleep so bad, but he was trying to sleep with one eye open so that he could see if Eo decided to investigate the chicken more closely.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t contain himself today and ended up pooping in the kennel before I got home from work. On the bright side, he didn’t freak out about it as far as I can tell, any more than would be expected from any other dog. The crate is still even intact. He’s been bathed, the crate’s been cleaned, his toys are in the wash machine and he’s snoring (loudly) by my bed. No doubt dreaming of a world that’s made entirely out of chicken breasts.