We went to Menards to pick up a couple of pieces of aspen wood for the headboard.  I was being nice by picking up a bag of dog treats for Sparky.

Sparky made gagging sounds and said, “thunder chicken chow?  bleh!”

I guess a thunder chicken is a turkey.  The irony is if that if Sparky found turkey shit in the woods, he’d probably slurp it up like a jello shot.  Probably.  He really likes goose shit.

These treats are from Blue Buffalo, so they aren’t cheap.  Sparky is going to keep getting these until he comes around or refuses treats.