Oh no - I really blew it!!!!

Well, I'm sad to say that after my wonderful Saturday where I didn't do anything wrong Sunday was an entirely different matter.

My performance in the showring certainly was nothing like the day before:(
I even slipped my lead when mommy was holding me outside the ring, ran into the ring and jumped up all over my papa Tommy's daddy - I can't help it if I like that man!!!!!!!!!

So, as you've probably gathered, daddy was disappointed with me, mommy got a little cross with me, and my mama Bella was a right grouch towards me.
When we got home from the show daddy took me and my mama bella down the big vege garden at the back of our property.

It was so good to be free I ran away into the horse paddock.
Now I'm not saying it was their fault, but when I ran around the chicken coop I noticed that two of the chickens were out of their chicken coop, so I decided that I'd play catch with them.
So, what did my tell tale mama do? She went and got daddy and I'm sure she told him all manner of tales about me.
Daddy was so cross with me, and I didn't know that the chickens were dead if they didn't move or squawk anymore. He grabbed hold of me by the scruff of my neck and put me in my run. The only awful thing was he put the two dead chickens just inside the door of my run.

My grumpy mother sat there and glared at me with a nasty look I'm sure only grumpy mother's ever get on their faces.
Holly sniffed at the chickens and just stared at me in shock before she ran inside the house.
Crystal sniffed the chickens and growled quietly at me before she went inside the house.
So, I was left outside in my run all alone with the dead chickens, and I felt very sad. I felt so sad I jumped up on the roof of my kennel and wouldn't even look at anyone for the rest of the evening.

This morning the dead chickens were still inside the door of my run:(
They're still there tonight, and I just can't bear to even look at them - it wasn't my fault they decided to die when I was playing with them!
Mommy wouldn't even take them out when she came out of the house and I whined and pleaded with her to take them out of my run.
"Poor Henrietta and Gertie," was all she said - What about ME, POOR XENA?

I have decided that I don't like dead chickens at all, and I don't know that I'll even want to play with any chickens ever after this. I sure hope that someone comes and takes them out of my run soon, cause I don't want to look at them, or even go anywhere near them!