So having grossed a lot of you totally out, here's a story for the supper table. I made sure the puppy stayed in the house during the whole operation. So after everything was done and cleaned up and put away and I was standing in the kitchen with a glass of wine and a twitchy eye, I heard "hgmmmmlurrrrp". Well right in the middle of this meaningful phrase I looked at Husband. I believe it was right around "hgmmm..." and said, "Did the dog get out?" And right in the middle of him saying, "No", so right around "N-" The puppy ended his meaningful soliloquy with "Harggggck!" and all that I was trying to erase from my brain was expounded once more right at my feet. The innards that were made outards, were wonderfully made innards once more AAAANNNDDD then once more outards. Husband's interupted denial of puppy egress..."Nnnn-Ooooh (wincing)---maybe? Yup, I guess so. Sorry." Oh Lord.
Then in the morning having sensed the blood in the air, our dear puppy thought it would behoove him to try his own plucking. Though his chicken was a little more than a baby and not dead. I came across it at the bottom of the stairs laying on it's back with no feathers left-but alive, barely. I picked it up and it opened it's little eyes and looked at me. "WTF!" it gasped. (Sorry for the swears, it wasn't me. It was the CHICKEN).
A few hours under a heat lamp and some sugar water and it came right back to rights. He/she will be fine. The puppy however is not allowed unsupervised while in the outsides anymore. He does show signs of remorse, however.
Smiles from the farm,
|I'm vewwwy, veweey sowwwy. It will never happen again.|
|Hey, look, a chicken! |