We have this arrangement with a chicken centre nearby. Every Sunday, we get our specially readied chicken that lasts us for the week. Less meat, more bones, no skin is what we prefer so that we do not have to worry about weight gain issues.
Because we get boiled chicken for breakfast, having to eat kibble for dinner doesn’t seem so bad.
While in Goa, most of our chicken meals got substituted by sea-fish.
Oh No! Don’t think we are complaining. In fact, we LOVED it. Oftentimes, we would lick our plates clean even before Mummy could get back from washing her hands!
But ever since we had come back, things have been..err..not quite conducive.
The long drive back tired us out so that we just didn’t feel like going shopping for edibles and stuff. We were making do with whatever was left over in the fridge - eggs, cheese and potatoes- and ordering pizza.
So what happened yesterday wasn’t entirely Buddy’s fault.
We were out with Daddy to get our chicken, bread and whatever else humans need for a decent living.
We found some fresh chicken liver so we picked 2 kilograms of those too along with our usual stuff, feeling rather good that we would, at last have a nice home-cooked meal.
Buddy was unusually quiet. Usually he is very fidgety in the car, jumping up and down and sticking his head out over the driver’s shoulder.
‘The long trip must have made him more confidant about car-rides,’ Daddy said.
‘Sit down Shadow. Look what a good boy Buddy is, sitting quietly’.
It was only when we saw that sheepish and at the same time satisfied look on Buddy’s face did we realise something was amiss.
You will not believe it, but he had wolfed down an ENTIRE KILOGRAM of raw chicken liver!!
At first Daddy couldn’t believe it. He looked underneath the seats, just in case. There were two separate packets of one kilo each. He found one intact but the other had been torn open.
It had never ever happened earlier.
We almost always go pick up our chicken and sometimes all sorts of yummy cooked stuff too. Even buckets of KFC which is rather irresistible, we think.
Poor boy! He must have really been missing his chicken.
He couldn’t have been that hungry, he’d had his dinner the night before. Though not a very satisfactory one, it was still dinner.
But a WHOLE kilogram of chicken liver? That too raw?
I cannot even begin to imagine how. I wouldn’t as much as lick any packet unless it contains cooked food.
Shadow sniffs at the meat packets and tentatively licks them, but generally seems rather disinterested unless the food is on his plate.
Well, Buddy seemed rather content about the whole affair and went about with a smug look on his face the rest of the day.
He had Mummy rather worried though. She kept looking for tell-tale signs of a tummy upset but of course, there weren’t any!
And by evening, he was all ready for his share of pizza!
And yes, he is back to being his usual jumping, fidgety self in the car.