The man and Chuck were walking in the mtns today when they came across part of a leg from a wild boar that someone had shot....raw, obviously.
I should say really that Chuck came across this, but being the darling fuzzy metros*xual dog that he is, he wasn't too terribly sure what to do with it...or even if he liked it, though he seemed to think that he should.
The man solved the problem for him.
On goes the leash
Off we go
of relief from Chuck
There, that's all cleared up anyway.