Rigsby had his first chicken wing on Friday - spent most of the day barking at it, carrying it everywhere (even in and out of the garden!), burying it in his bed - finally ate it when it was nice and covered in mud, leaves and carpet fluff
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By the way, Gilly, he ate it behind one of the sofas!
Saturday was slightly better, took it up the garden, buried it, dug it up at tea time, brought it in and ate it behind the sofa again!