Animals behaving badly.

There are moments of clarity, rare, but icily lucid, where things come into focus and I realize I am living like a crazy person. The week in review:

I look out my office window and this is what I see. No wonder I have not yet written the great American novel. Or, for that matter, a post it...

We install a lovely Chloe can wash her tennis balls?

Someone call the Health Department...

We invite people to dinner so Birdie can stalk them. (Thanks for being understanding, Julia.)

Chloe thinks she's a lap dog! (Thanks for being understanding, Grant)

And after you've cooked dinner and sit down to eat, Dizzy takes up most of your chair. (Thanks you for being understanding, Victoria)

Okay, well, sometimes they are just adorable, right?

But other times...Dizzy, GET OFF THE KITCHEN TABLE!!!!

They ask impertinent questions. Like, "why do you have your head up your...whatever?"

Or theywalk around doing their headless chicken impression

"It's all part of my diabolical plan. Eventually I will have them all committed and it will be mine, all mine!"

Well, at least the week wasn’t a total loss. That gaping hole in the lawn is gone.

Just wait - my money is on the raccoons rolling this up during the night

How was your week?

About polloplayer

Empty nester searching for meaning of life through the occasional chicken epiphany.
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3 Responses to Animals behaving badly.

  1. citymama says:

    Crazy likes company, I hear.

  2. Katherine says:

    Sometimes I go to your house and look around scanning for the ark.

    By the way, thank you for the lovely Soho shin-dig! I’m sure there will be blogging about it later…

  3. dizzy + vic says:

    d: i’m sitting on the table right now. too bad you cant do anything about it all the way from ny! haha

    v: he’s just too cute, he can do whatever he wants right? 🙂

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