I didn’t see this coming,I’m not a GirlDog that has a routine, Sp on-tin-nay-it-T is my way.That being said ,there are certain things that Should remain constant, I awoke this morning to the site of my dismembered Chicken…..Seeing IT, ( all traces of Gender have long been removed) I went over to give it a Squeaking….,thought I’d start my day Right, and wake-up Daddog..I clamped down, and Nothin…..Emptiness filled the room, the reality of life without a Squeakin Chicken, arrived and sadly began to sink in.,,, Now as you NO , I have many toys, Most had Squeakers at one time, due to the length of time My chicken lasted.,I have now realized that This Chicken had the sound that stirred memories of my early family, and the noises they made..In hinny-site, I could visit the past with a simple chomp…Maybe I messed up…Thank goodness I didn’t Name it,