Chicken! Oh boy I remember chicken.
I used to be a wild dog, in the days before I was taken to the dog shelter where my humans found me.
I wandered free. I ate whatever I could find. I slept in some pretty strange places.
I don`t remember how that started. No human or dog knows where I was in my earlier life.
Who were my old humans and what happened to them? Why did they abandon me? It`s all a big mystery.
I was found on the side of a country road and taken to the shelter in the summer of 2002.
I wasn`t looking so good then. I had lots of fleas, there was a bald spot on my back, and I was very skinny:
I`ve gained over 6 pounds since then...
But I do remember what kept me alive in my wild days: chicken!
They were easy to catch around the farms I passed.
I love `em. Too bad there`s a fence around these chicks...