Then there is the day after Thanksgiving. What to post? I know what I posted this day last year ….but this is now.
How about one pissed off turkey chasing a reporter down the street? It just does my soul good. And to think, Elena cares about how these mo-fos are treated.
There are some fowl tempered birds out there! My mother would probably have a heart attack if she were chased by a turkey. It took her years to stop talking about a rooster that chased her from her car to some upholsterer’s front door. Then there was my pet duck that reached through the cat carrier and pecked the family’s Irish Terrier on the ribs. The dog refused to ride back on the same seat as the duck and wouldn’t get anywhere near him on our excursion.
A purse with a shoulder strap is a good instrument for keeping fowl at bay.
Why was a duck going anywhere? Ducks are just mean. One terrorized my little brother every time he tried to feed it. I am not sure how many times he tried.
While the duck was staying at my parents’ house, we decided to take it to the nearby park which had a stream so that it could hunt worms and swim. It eventually found a home on a farm in Loudoun County.
The dog and cats knew to stay away from that duck. They’d suck up to the screen on the porch in order to get out the door while avoiding the duck and his nest box.
I’ve seen plenty of parents give their kiddos bread to feed to the ducks at Burke Lake only to snatch up the kid and run when all the ducks mobbed them.
That’s what happened to Tucker. He got his fingers snapped off by Donald while feeding him bread.
I hope the duck only went once if he was terrorizing the dog.
Yeah, the dog would make no more trips with the duck. However, he (the dog) did make the mistake of riding in the back of a station wagon loaded with a bushel of crabs we’d caught on the Bay. A couple crustaceans made their break from the basket and touched the dog on the foot. He leaped over the back seat and then the front seat and spent the rest of the ride hiding under our feet in the front of the car.
You are lucky the ASPCA didn’t get you! Poor dog!
Dog rights!!!!
Shhhhhhh. The terrier already thinks she’s the boss.
Ut oh. Little Dog Syndrome!