Tequila And The Chicken Wing

Big Guy forgets Tequila is a dog. After dinner, he pushes back from the table and invites Tequila to sit in his lap. The pint-sized pooch loves stretching her nose close to whatever is left on the table. Not that she ever gets a bite. Tequila has bad knees and we've been warned keep weight off her. So sniffing is as good as it gets for Tequila. Until Sunday happened. Big Guy and Daisy had the house to themselves for dinner and decided to make it "picnic night" in the den. They laid a spread of store-bought fried chicken and cole slaw on the coffee table. Big Guy returned to the kitchen to fetch the iced tea; Daisy focused on finding the perfect t.v. show; Tequila grabbed a chicken wing. She dashed into her crate with Big Guy hot on her heels. Big Guy loves his chicken wings. So does Tequila. Sadly for Tequila, Big Guy hauled her out of the crate and pried the wing loose. Sadly for Big Guy, Daisy was home. So, no wiping off Tequila spit and pretending the theft never happened. Maybe lessons were learned: Don't encourage Tequila around food; don't leave Daisy in charge of the chicken and the remote; and don't run into a dead-end with your treasure.