The second she hears the bag crinkle, her ears shoot up and she races over—because she knows it’s chicken feet time. She takes it so gently, then trots off like she just won the lottery. Crunch, crunch, crunch—pure happiness.
You can see it in her eyes—this is more than a treat, it’s her absolute favorite thing in the world. She’ll sit perfectly, tail wagging, waiting patiently like a polite little queen just for that one crunchy bite.
And when she’s done, she licks her lips, looks up, and asks with her eyes, “Another one?” It’s impossible to say no. Chicken feet: 1. Human willpower: 0.





