My doberman got out the other day and started tearing after my poor little hens. I was screaming for the hubs to come help but he couldn’t catch the dog.
So there I am yelling things to the chickens like “Run Ginger, RUN! Use your wings, Duchess! Use your WINGS!”
Yeah, chickens can’t fly.
So the hubs finally tackled the dog who was all “Dum de dum dum dum! I am a good boy, I saved the peeples from the feathery dinosaur birds, dum de dum!” while I collapsed to the ground shaking, with screaming pains searing through my chest, trying to catch my breath thinking “That’s it, this is how I die. Right here, right now. i am going to have a heart attack and die over Effing chickens”
Yes, I said Effing.
Anyway, nobody was hurt, the chickens got treats and mummy had a good, stiff cuppa.
A wee bit off topic but chickens are birds, so…
My doberman got out the other day and started tearing after my poor little hens. I was screaming for the hubs to come help but he couldn’t catch the dog.
So there I am yelling things to the chickens like “Run Ginger, RUN! Use your wings, Duchess! Use your WINGS!”
Yeah, chickens can’t fly.
So the hubs finally tackled the dog who was all “Dum de dum dum dum! I am a good boy, I saved the peeples from the feathery dinosaur birds, dum de dum!” while I collapsed to the ground shaking, with screaming pains searing through my chest, trying to catch my breath thinking “That’s it, this is how I die. Right here, right now. i am going to have a heart attack and die over Effing chickens”
Yes, I said Effing.
Anyway, nobody was hurt, the chickens got treats and mummy had a good, stiff cuppa.
Oooh and Scratch got a new jumper!