Big Guy Feeling Better
After sleeping for 2 days, to recover from the trauma of being torn from his home, he was much better this morning and looking around his new home. So I thought he would like a nice juicy bone to chew on.
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"Hey, Lookie, Something to Eat."
Big Guy took the bone to his bed and it wasn’t long before the chickens were gathering around to see if they could have some also.
"Is That a Bone?"
The chickens don’t care for bones as much as the stuff that comes on bones.
"Come on; He’s not Growling Very Loud."
The chickens kept coming to see what the crowd was looking at.
"Why Did he Stop Chewing on that Bone?"
The chickens don’t seem to know that a dog can’t eat and growl at the same time.
"Excuse me, but are you going to keep clearing your throat or eat that bone?"
The chickens don’t back off with a kind word from the dog.
The chickens finally got the message for a little while.
"GET OUT OF HERE, NOW!!!"
"We’re going, we’re going."
"I guess I Told Them."
Little does he know the short memory of a chicken.
Why do they call them chickens, when people wouldn’t go back after something like that?
Slowly but surely the chickens come straggling back to go through the whole thing again.