Pollo de la discordia

The dogs were fighting today over Buster's latest toy, a rubber chicken which used to emit a raucous croak until he managed to extract and eat the squeaker. Now it just wheezes hoarsely when pounced on, chewed or flung across the room. Minnie's never really been into toys, or any sort of possessions in fact, except for her coat and lead, the appearance of either or both heralding a walk. Buster on the other hand adores his extensive collection of rapidly-deteriorating toys, and the chicken, being the most recent, is temporarily his favourite. I think Minnie just wanted to wind him up by pinching it, but after a fierce battle he emerged the victor - see extras.