Last week somebody threw an entire chicken dinner, in one of those Styrofoam to go trays, out of their car window. It was right in the middle of Chandler's poopy walk route. For the first couple of days I had to be prepared to steer him around the mess for fear he would gobble up the mashed chicken bones. Now there is nothing left but a large grease spot that has been washed by the rain and ground into the pavement by hundreds of cars. Chandler still has to stop and spend a minute inspecting it every time we walk by, as if paying his respects to a missed opportunity. This week it's a different taste treat that has Chandler drooling as we walk down the street. Iguanas, large iguanas smashed by passing cars and left to rot out in the autumn sun. I don't know why so many of them have been squashed on the streets around here lately. Maybe it's iguana mating season and they are on the hunt for some iguana sex. No matter, it's just disgusting. The worst part about it is that Chandler has in the past, grabbed a dead iguana and swallowed it whole. So I have to be quick on the leash and keep my eyes on the road because nothing piques Chandler's appetite like fresh road kill. Or week old road kill, he's not picky.