and you will know them by the trail of dead…

Chickens!

That would be their chicken eating grins. Lucy and Doodle, along with my moms two equally benign looking miniature schnauzures, Molly and Chloe, turned into a veritable dog pack tonight. What did they do?
they killed my rooster, Charlie.
sob. sob. sob.
Charlie was a good fellow. He loved his little brood of hens, he cocka-doodle-dooed every morning bright and early, did little chicken dances for the ladies and alerted all to hawks and owls (somewhat successfully).
Fitting that i also watched the last Six feet Under tonight. I have lost many friends.
Charlie 2004-August 22, 2005