Egg Day
I had to return them to my neighbors but I kept a few for Harvey. They told me they were wondering where all of the eggs had gone. The second time Harvey found 8 eggs from a different hiding spot. Both times I let him eat one eggs raw and he did - shells and all.
After that I would have what i called Egg Days. I never ate many eggs but I would boild some once in a while and Harvey knew it meant he would get a boiled egg. As soon as as I pout the pot on the stove he would get excited. He would grab his stuffed chicken and jump on my bed and squeek it endlessly.
Once his egg was cooled and shelled I would give it to him. I had to make sure the sliding doog was open so he could run outside with it. He would sit politely and I would give it to him. He was so gentle with it and would run onto the grass and place it down gently. He would always look back at me as if he were thanking me. Then, he would eat it in one gulp. Sometimes I think he swallowed it whole.
Egg day was one of my most favorite days with Harvey as I saw how much joy it brought him. He was never treat driven but if I mentioned eggs - he had to have an egg!
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