My dog likes to remind me that stuffing him is not an option…not like it ever was.   This sticker actually came off his most favorite toy in the world, the un-stuffed squeaky chicken.  He can be anywhere in the house and you can say “Maslow, go get your chicken.”  He will hunt that chicken down and bring him to you, squeaking all the way.  We are currently on mr. chicken part deux, as Maslow strategically tore mr. chicken the first to bits, limb by limb.  The boyfriend has nailed the yellow chicken foot  to the wall in memorial.