Let’s just say there was a little problem in the yard earlier in the week. As in MY backyard.
For some reason, I had to share a yard with chickens. My family called the chickens “free-range.” Free-range meaning they could roam all over. That was fine with me. The chickens roosted on me, walked around pecking on my fur and ate bugs close to me.
It was all good. Until……. one of them opened up their feathers, started flapping them in a crazy fashion and started clucking!
I snapped. I did. I snapped that chicken up and the rest in history.
That chicken met its maker that day and even though she became soup, the family decided I needed a chicken-free family. It was hard for me to understand. I mean, the chicken didn’t even have a name. However, I lived in a chicken-loving home, so they decided I had to go.
That’s OK though. I’m told I’m in the best place possible and that my next family will be the one that loves me forever.
9/20/20 Update: I’m checking in from the pumpkin patch. Funny thing, though… The pumpkins aren’t here yet. I guess I’ll just go for a roll in the hay. Why are you laughing?
Anyway, life is good for me. I am continuing to learn some rules about the appropriate place to potty. I am a really smart Bulldog, so I’m learning fast. Sometimes, people forget that it takes time for us Bulldogs to learn new things. Like those inside/outside rules. And the don’t-jump-up-and-knock-the-little-kids-over rules. And sharing-is-caring rules.
I know my forever family is out there. Until then, I’ll just keep on loving my foster family. They say I am a great little lady and I could stay with them… but I want my own perfect family who will love me forever, a family who is willing to adopt a semi-perfect me.