Why did the dog eat the chicken
It is hard, really hard to determine which of these products, the chicken feet or the green tripe my dog loves best.
The moment I open the bag she sits patiently in front of me waiting, wagging her short tail, watching every movement of my hand while liking her lips.
Good Pippa, you ready? Then up she goes doing her Meare cat impression. She waits as I hand her the treat. Then off she goes like a bat out of hell to her bed.
Satisfied!