The Most Sought After Chicken

I found crack for my dog and it's called rotisserie chicken. Let me explain. So last night after work I stopped at the local Vons and did a bit of shopping and happened to walk by the deli. That is when I noticed an employee unload 10 chickens onto the counter. They were still steaming that's how fresh they were. Me and about 9 other people saw this at the same time and we all fought for who would get one of those hot out of the oven chickens. I had a good position at the counter so I got one and I couldn't wait to get home and eat my delectable prize. 10 minutes later I park the car in the back and close the gate and then I open my trunk and let the dog out. Mo who always greets me with such love and attention jumps into the backseat of my car and starts sniffing the bag with the chicken. He too smells the wonderous flavor of rotissserie chicken. I pull the groceries inside and unpack them. All the while, Mo is sitting patiently at the edge of the counter staring at the chicken. I could see the desire in his eyes. I tell him "don't you think about it, mister" remembering how he jumped up on the counter and took a nice lick out of a strawberry shortcake he found interesting. So groceries away I unwrap the packaging of the chicken. Luckily, I could care less for dark meat so lucky dog was the recipient of this meat mixed in with his dog food. Never in my life have I seen a dog gobble up his dinner so fast. So of course he finished and parked his butt on my feet and gave me that look of "I have never eaten in my life, oh please won't you feed me." The good thing about Mo is that he doesn't whine when he begs but rather his M.O. is to stare at you with the saddiest of brown eyes. So of course I am a sucker and I gave him a chicken bone and boy, did I ever learn that you are not supposed to do that. I immediately took the bone away the second I gave it to him as it looked like he'd swallow it whole. A poetential choking scene flashed in my head and I immediately realized my blunder. I gave him a few more bites of my food cause I am a sucker and I put the chicken away in the fridge. So what does dog do? The rest of the evening he keeps running out in the kitchen and jumping on the counter looking for his crack. He saw me put that chicken bone in the sink and he was trying desperately to get it even though I removed it during the clean up. I have never seen my dog completely spaz out. The power of the rotisserie chicken. Guess it not only effects sane people in the super market but the little furry friends waiting at home!