Oh. How Vulgar.

I'm in the kitchen chopping chicken for an oh-so-yummy chicken and leek soup.

"Ollie. Come here!"

*trot trot trot*
*wag wag wag*

"Do you want some chicken? Sit. Yes! Here you go!"

Ollie takes the chicken and walks into the dining room. Where else would you eat food?

He drops the chicken and looks over at me with eyes that say "Do you have another piece. This one is bad." *wag wag*

"Here. Maybe this piece is fresher."

*sit* *chomp* *trot* *drop* *look* "Do you have another piece. This one is bad."

I take the 3 pieces of raw chicken and microwave them.

"Hey bud. Try this."

*gulp* *wag wag wag wag wag* "May I have some more please."

What dog doesn't eat raw meat? His German highness, Heir Ollie.