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During the past year and a half or so, I'd take half a day off of work on a Friday.  I'd come home early after hitting up the grocery store for a weekend full of junk.  I'd get Kirby a couple of roaster quarter chicken legs.. the perdue brand.. already cooked and fresh and warm from the market.  I'd also get some big fat juicy hot dogs and some chili sauce.  Friday after unpacking the groceries, I'd shred some of the chicken and give it to Kirby.  He knew the routine.. and it brough me great joy to give him something he enjoyed.. chicken, turkey and hot dogs were his favorite foods.. After the chicken, I'd take him out to do his business.  Then, I'd put him up on the couch and put an ice pack under his belly.. he loved ice packs.. or laying in the snow.. he was most comfortable at freezing temperatures.. Must have been his thick coat.  I'd put the chili dogs on, and sit next to him while they were cooking.  He'd get restless every time I moved.. as if to say.. HEY.. are they done yet? 

I remember when he was just a pup.. I'd cook some hot dogs and give him one.  That's back when I had the lowfat variety.. In his early days, I tried to make him eat healthy... anyways, I'd give him a whole hot dog, and he'd put the whole thing in his mouth lengthwise so you couldn't even see it.  He'd carry it around nervously like he had some prize that the pack would attack him for in order to steal it.  I felt bad for him.. he didn't realize that he needn't worry about anybody attacking him while I was around.. it wasn't till later in life that he felt comfortable with a prize like that in my presence.  I was honored that he learned to trust me.  He took his time making friends.. you certainly had to prove yourself to him.

Well.. tonight is Friday.. so I've had the usual fare in his honor.. Hopefully.. where he is now, he's having something just as good or better..