November 5th 2006 11:03 am
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Many woofs and a belly rub to all my dog friends! Time for a little catch up about what I did at the farm while Dad wuz out of town. Mostly I played chasing tennis balls and exploring with my farm dog pals Murphy and Ginger! But one day there was much excitement . . . some of the chickens decided to flee the coup. This is a true story . . . there was a real escape from the chicken coup. Mitch and Sherrie (Murphy and Ginger's human Dad and Mom) were running all over trying to round up the chickens and get them back where they belong. Using my super golden retriever sniffer, I picked up the trail of a feathered escapee' who had disappeared into the Alfalfa field. I ran em down and picked up the varmit and brought em back to Mitch and Sherrie. There were so surprised that I could bring a live chicken back unharmed (though the chicken wuz nun too happy about being held snug but safe in my jaws). When Dad heard the story he wuz very proud of me. It wuz the first live bird I carried and I did it all on my own without anyone showing me how. Just everyday work for a Golden RETRIEVER! I like the flavor of tennis balls better than a dusty ol' chicken though! Woof! Get a long little dooggie! The Gabester