Despite his badass winter sweater, my beloved Chihuahua is no hero. The killing of the coyote yesterday was something he just wasn’t suited to. I’ll let John tell the hilarious tale of Argghhh’s own Killing Fields.
We’re about to see who is made of what, this evening.
Suddenly Gunner pops upright, peering intently at the brush north of the barn – a site of several avian murders. Coming to full alert, he takes off like a flash.
Kiki stands up, her bloodhound nose aquiver.
Bug? Well, Bug… vibrates.
Suddenly wild yipping and barking breaks out from the grass where Gunner sped. Kiki lets out a classic hound-like howl and bounds off into the brush.
Bug vibrates.
Wendy said it best…
He died a hero. No, not the dog.
Rocky the Rock Barred Rooster.
Some critter, most likely a coyote, discovered the smorgasbord of Argghhh! – also known as free-ranging chickens and guinea fowl.
Rocky was an ass, but then, many heroes …
But he *looked* good. My did he *look* good!
maybe no hero but certainly a lover!