Arthur pulled the squeaker out of his beloved chicken (through the neck, no less), and now it is dead. I suppose I can buy a new squeak and sew the head back onto the body, but for the moment it is out of commission.
I am a freelance journalist and wannabe dog rescuer who spends a lot of time with Arthur, a 9-year-old collie/spaniel mix. Seeing as how I'm always looking for an excuse not to work, I follow him around taking his picture. He's very photogenic.