I almost cried when Samurai, my wheaton, killed Lola, a chicken of mine that was a silky, who I had fondness for regardless of the fact she didn't lay consistently. But she was soft and friendly. sometimes, I would bring her onto my deck with us in the evening. She enjoyed music, and especially bobbed and weaved while Van Morrison would croon.
Samurai was grounded for a very loooong time for breaking into the coop. and the chicken raising abruptly came to an end. My neighbor cried. She was a girl. I was just mad and egg-less.

Well, a dog has to eat. It's like a to go dinner.