I made a bonehead move last night….literally.
I stole a whole drumstick chicken bone and a half of a bone off of the dining room table last night.
I fully blame Mom though. She left them where I could smell them and I just had to have them. (She thought she had already thrown them out and she’s furious with herself.)
Right after it happened Mom looked up what to do because she thinks I ate the first one WHOLE. She was losing her mind. The internet told her to cushion my insides by giving me bread. Bones and bread?! Win-win!
But now, every time I go outside, I’m being followed by poop spies (Mom and Dad). They claim they have to check to see if the bones pass and/or if there’s any blood in there. Personally, I think they’re weird privacy invaders with a poop obsession.
On another note, I’m 2/3 of the way to becoming chicken noodle soup. Get it?