Chicken bones, roosters and cornchips, Oh My!

I just took Duke for a walk. First, we walked past the apartment on the end where 4 Haitian women live with their 7 collective teeth, extremely loud voices and smelly cooking (the entire building shouldn't smell like cornchips at 10AM, it just shouldn't, but because of whatever the hell they're making it sure does). Then we walked past a group of young kids playing in the street (apparently no one cares that they're playing in the street and that they're not in school on a Tuesday). Then as we got further down the block I had to wrestle a chicken bone out of Duke's mouth that he found on the sidewalk (yuck).

Then we strolled past an ivy fenced yard where Duke stopped cold in his tracks. Although he couldn't see through the thick ivy, he knew there was something that smelled good on the other side. He wouldn't budge. No coaxing or leash yanking would move him. I climbed up enough to peer over the fence. Lo and behold, there it was. The source of the smell. The reason for the delay - a rooster. A white rooster in that yard. As we finally walked away it made the typical rooster "wake-up" call and I couldn't help but laugh. Little Haiti is an interesting place.