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What I eat for breakfast Saturday, August 28, 2010 |

That's Bianca on the back.

For a dog like me who's always busy guarding a farm and a house, eating a hearty meal is as important as my love for master.


I would just be sleeping and too lazy to finish my tasks without the sumptuous food.


I almost eat everything I see but these machine-made things are good too.


Though they smell good, they're not as delicious as a real live chicken. NO, I don't eat LIVE chickens.