Thursday, September 23, 2010

A Gift of Love

Tanya let the dogs out yesterday for a run.  In appreciation they brought her a chicken.  A dead chicken.  A very very dead and sun-ripened chicken.  Since she seemed less appreciative of their gift than they had perhaps hoped, they kept it themselves and played keep-away at top speed through her flower beds.

I am always happier when Tanya lets the dogs out.  When I let them out and they break her flowers, it is my fault.  When she lets them out it is just the dogs being playful.


  1. Tell me they hadn't killed the chickens, this time. I thought that was why you weren't allowed to let them out anymore.

  2. This was a long dead chicken they found on Zhenia's manure pile.


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