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.