Sometimes it seems like Queens is paved with chicken bones. You don't realize this until you acquire a chicken-bone detector on legs, but they're everywhere.

The other day Ella hit a jackpot one better, though. She was walking with █████ and found a whole pile of grungy, slimy chicken parts thrown out at the curb. She got the whole thing in her mouth. █████ had to reach in and scrape it all out of her mouth. Then, when Ella was chicken-part-free, █████ walked a few yards away and threw up.

Mostly having a dog is a joy, but there are certainly unpleasant aspects to it.