Tallboy
07-25-2005, 01:38 PM
Ok, so it's Monday, and we're all back-to-work, right? No different here. A seemingly oridinary day. Got up, went into the office, checked my messages, and headed out to see a few clients. Got home a few minutes ago, let the dog outside, cracked a cold one and started flipping through the mountain of mail we get every day.
Sounds normal, doesn't it?
I thought so, too.
I live in a middle-class neighborhood with middle-class people, just like you would expect. I'm having a day I've had a thousand times, if not more.
After sorting through the mail, checking messages. etc. I head towards the bedroom to change into my usual shorts/t-shirt attire. I walk by the laundry room, which leads to the garage. I hear a bit of a "scuffle" coming from the garage. The garage door is open, and the only car in it at the moment is the Marauder. Scuffle? This can't be good...
So I open the door and find my Australian Shepherd [Abby] duking it out with a chicken.
Time was temporarily suspended as I tried to process what was happening. Marauder-check. Spare set of BFG's-check. Abby-check.
A f---ing chicken? I chase Abby out of the garage, and concentrate my efforts on chicken extrication. The chicken takes this opportunity to hide in-you guessed it-one of my new tires. I try unsuccesfully to remove the chicken from one of the front tires. No luck. So what do I do? I start to roll the tire out of the garage. The chicken jumps to the next tire, and the next.
So here I am, rolling four new BFGs into the middle of my street [ a very quiet residential street you would never drive down unless you lived on it]. The chicken, running out of opportunities [and tires] finally takes the ride out of the garage with my last rear tire. After a minute or two, he hops out, looks around, and struts off, apparently unharmed from the incident [as was Abby]. I think about what happened for a minute, sweep the feathers out of the garage [apparently this whole little escapade started in the front yard, as evidenced by the front yard full of feathers] and roll the tires back inside. I look around for a minute and hope to hell none of the neighbors saw this, and go back inside.
I need a drink [Bud Light ain't gonna cut it this time]. 7&7 here i come...:drink:
Sounds normal, doesn't it?
I thought so, too.
I live in a middle-class neighborhood with middle-class people, just like you would expect. I'm having a day I've had a thousand times, if not more.
After sorting through the mail, checking messages. etc. I head towards the bedroom to change into my usual shorts/t-shirt attire. I walk by the laundry room, which leads to the garage. I hear a bit of a "scuffle" coming from the garage. The garage door is open, and the only car in it at the moment is the Marauder. Scuffle? This can't be good...
So I open the door and find my Australian Shepherd [Abby] duking it out with a chicken.
Time was temporarily suspended as I tried to process what was happening. Marauder-check. Spare set of BFG's-check. Abby-check.
A f---ing chicken? I chase Abby out of the garage, and concentrate my efforts on chicken extrication. The chicken takes this opportunity to hide in-you guessed it-one of my new tires. I try unsuccesfully to remove the chicken from one of the front tires. No luck. So what do I do? I start to roll the tire out of the garage. The chicken jumps to the next tire, and the next.
So here I am, rolling four new BFGs into the middle of my street [ a very quiet residential street you would never drive down unless you lived on it]. The chicken, running out of opportunities [and tires] finally takes the ride out of the garage with my last rear tire. After a minute or two, he hops out, looks around, and struts off, apparently unharmed from the incident [as was Abby]. I think about what happened for a minute, sweep the feathers out of the garage [apparently this whole little escapade started in the front yard, as evidenced by the front yard full of feathers] and roll the tires back inside. I look around for a minute and hope to hell none of the neighbors saw this, and go back inside.
I need a drink [Bud Light ain't gonna cut it this time]. 7&7 here i come...:drink: