

Mr. Burns... aka Petey.

And our newest addition... Big Tom.

So little Jake and Big Tom are now getting to know each other. Jake has been working hard to make Big Tom "comfortable" so we will be blessed with an endless supply of eggs. (Hmm... it just dawned on me that Big Tom is indeed a lady Tom.) So Jake decides he will let Tom get accustomed to the yard. He's no dummy though. He had a well thought out plan. He tied up Mia to a sturdy pillar on the porch, pinned in Zoey, and let Tom be FREE. Moments later... As I was getting some sand paper out of the garage for my latest craft, I heard, "Oh. Oh no! Kacey!! KACEY!!! Oh my gosh!! MIA NOOOOOOO!! Kaaaaacey!" As I sprint out back, I find a Jake flailing his awkward junior high body around to and fro trying to use his brain for lack of muscles to save his new friend from the super excited German Shepard on the hunt! Feathers are flying and so am I! Right on top of Mia! Garrison, who was just seconds behind me suddenly has flashbacks from 6 years ago and covers his face with his hands and begins to cry. I now have Mia pinned to the ground and hook her to a nearby bike for any extra help I could get. Trying to calm Garrison down and direct Jake what to do, I snatch up a frisky chihuahua going in for the kill as my mom races for her camera.

Jake finally recaptured Big Tom and made him a cozy home safe from all of our dogs.

Garrison made a fort/new hiding place for Petey.



4 comments:
Oh my gosh, we crack me up!
i'm so glad we didn't come over yesterday! gracie would have been killed, i just know it. but you guys are hilarious. :)
You guys are so very very entertaining. What I really NEED to know most of all is -Why is your dog wearing that diaper thingy?
Well Sue... little miss Zoey is in heat... and we can't keep her outside, and it's impossible to keep her off the furniture and the carpet... thus. The "diaper-thingy". I think it's pretty classy in the denim and all. She has one in black too. Every girl needs a little black diaper!
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