Yesterday the kids and I looked out into our backyard and saw 3 turkeys walking around and pecking under our oak tree. We called Bruce at work and told him. He was chomping at the bit to be able to run home and shoot the things. (He's an avid hunter!) I have nothing against hunting, except for when he goes hunting so much that we don't see much of him. It does provide us with a lot of meat at a very low cost. Anyway, we watched for a few minutes, then I decided to let Chloe, our overweight yellow lab, out to chase them. I knew there was no way she could catch them, but I thought she'd have fun trying. So, out the door Chloe ran, the turkeys flew away, then Chloe trots over to the spot where they were hanging out, under the tree, and peed on the spot. I got in trouble when I told Bruce what I had done. But I couldn't suppress a little giggle.
BTW John, Mrs. Rabbity M. Georopostal?? (more strange mail)
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