I love chicken.

This was the weekend of the chicken barbecue my humans go to every year. It's out near the beach, and three years ago, this kind of chicken was the first human food my people gave me. If only they had known what a slippery slope that would be. Mixed in with my dog food this year, I had not only chicken for dinner, but some corn as well. It's only a matter of time before they give up this whole "dog food" charade and feed me in the manner to which I have become accustomed.

Mirror, mirror

This morning me and one of the humans went for another of our semi-regular big walks, and I saw something that totally freaked me out. There was a big square thing against a tree--and there was a dog in it that looked just like me! And a human that looked just like mine! But when I got closer it didn't smell like a dog. I looked around the entire thing--no dog. No human. Nothing. It was so weird.