Inevitable

Seamus is a dog of average intelligence. But, he doesn't shed, so that has always kind of made up for his unwillingness to learn. He finally discovered that we have chickens two days ago. Chickens that we've had for four weeks. Of course, because he's a member of this family, he quickly became obsessed with the chickens. When he's outside, he doesn't leave the chicken coop, and when he's inside, he whines to get back outside. Yesterday, I gave the kids Super Soakers to squirt him with when he tried to get into the coop. We all went inside, and Jack decided to go for a bike ride. One of the kids must have let the dog out without my knowledge, because a little while later, Jack came in from his bike ride, carrying the dog, with tears in his eyes and an ashen face.

"Seamus ate a chicken."

"WHAT? How do you know?" I cried.

"Well, he was inside the chicken coop. He'd tunneled under the fence and had one cornered. I counted, and there's only five chickens. He didn't even leave a foot or a beak."

The other children started getting upset, when Henry chimed in, "I bet it was Barbie that he ate!" Barbie is what Grace named her chicken. You can imagine how the scene went downhill from here. I got the younger kids calmed down and settled in front of a movie while I went to talk to Jack, who seemed devastated that his beloved dog had become a killer of an innocent chicken. I was upstairs in Jack's room when I noticed movement out of his window. It was coming from the woods behind the sports court. What the heck was that?











We ran downstairs..........











Ran outside......

Holy omelette! It's Barbie!!!!!!

She looked like she was returning from the desert after a peyote trip, disoriented and walking in circles, but she seemed fine after flying the coop and hiding in the woods for a couple of hours. Mitch's mission for the weekend: build a Seamus-proof yard for our feathered friends.