That is how many dead birds (roadkill) I've had to pry out of Cdub's jaws in the past seven days (ever since the teddy bear head of death, I get a little overly concerned about what she ingests).
So, yeah, that's me on the side of the road with dog #1 in a headlock between my legs, prying open the pit bull jaws of death, reaching my hand all the way in to pull out miscellaneous dead bird pieces (wings, little twiggy legs, an occasional head); while dog #2 is over there with a giant pit bull smile, tail wagging, practically waving hello with a fluorescent sign to all the cars passing by: HELLO! Good Morning! I don't know you but I love you! HI! Will you stop to pet me?! Have you seen how pretty my mom is?! I'm going to go lick her in the face even though she's busy! Hiiii!
Trying to snitch roadkill snacks takes a lot out of you: