Now I am not about to start telling really old jokes. This is a serious question and I need some answers. So let's begin.
Picture this if you will....a beautiful morning in October with the sun shining brightly. My husband and I are at the house being lazy as we had just returned from the gym. My loving dog is at our feet happily wagging her tail when she decides that she has to "use the restroom". She trots her happy ass over to the back door and rings her bell signaling us to her need for some personal time. Yes, my dog rings a bell. I know you're jealous. But lets skip ahead a smidge.
Weezy has been outside all of thirty seconds when we hear her whining. Now, if you know anything about Weezy then you know she is terrified. Terrified of everything! So, I assume she has been paralyzed in fear and is whining because a stray leaf looked at her funny. However, when we look out the window, lo and behold......a chicken.
There was a freakin' chicken in our back yard! My husband immediately tossed on his shoes to run outside and stop what he thought would be a feather flying massacre of an innocent animal. However, when he got outside Weezy was still frozen in her spot about to poop herself she was so terrified. The chicken however, was feeling pretty "cock"y (see what I just did there?) so it proceeded to start running around the yard.
As you can imagine, we now have a comedy routine playing out in our backyard. Weezy was cautiously following my husband as he proceeded to chase the chicken around the yard while Yakety Sax played in the background. Ok, so it was only playing in my head but you get the point.
Finally, he was able to catch the chicken. He proceeded to bring it towards me because he thought I "would want to pet it". Ummmm.....no thanks dear. I quickly shooed him off to return the chicken to where we hoped it came from (across the street of course).
