Monday, January 5, 2009

Got Chicken Blood???

...funny story...okay actually disgusting story... yesterday we were in Orderville just leaving to go to Church and we look out the window and there is Max (my parent's dog) running around with a chicken in his mouth with my dogs and the whole neighborhood dogs chasing him. My dad goes out there and the flippin' chicken is still alive so he takes it over to the home where Max decided to steal the chicken from and leaves it on the door step. He said it wasn't really moving much but it was still living...poor chicken. We tie up all the dogs come back from church get home and there on the back porch are like all the freakin' innards of the chicken. (The neighbor dogs must have gotten to it). All gooey and blood everywhere! The sickest thing ever!! Justin decides to clean it up so, takes it to the wood pile and covers it with wood. Duh!!! Don't know why he put it there~~ Newman goes over there eats the damn thing. Comes in the house chewing a piece of bark, I was like hey what are you chewing on and I grab it (not thinking where it came from) throw it in the garbage look at my hand and yes chicken fetchin' blood on my hand!!! I freaked out. In the mean time Newman had barfed up a bunch of blood in the laundry room and was in licking it up. It was eventful indeed. And probably one of the sickest things I have seen. The joys of having dogs...

3 comments:

Lisa Loo said...

I have been giggling about the blood story and about Owen and the shoes. That is totally something he would say. Thanks for the laughs ;)

Michelle said...

K- That's disgusting! I think that was a little worse than the "poop" stories I share on my blog!haha I know how you feel though. When we had an inside dog, it seemed like she always found something dead outside and she would come in the house and me and Paul would about barf. Then eventually she usually really would. Good times! Hey, I'm glad you found my blog again!haha That's funny. Glad you and Owen had a good Christmas!

Kori said...

The adventures of dogs. I wouldn't put it past my dogs to eat the sickest most groutesk things ever. If it makes you feel better when my dogs come to Orderville they never eat their dog food because they are always full from eating cat poop. It's okay because then we have food we leave at the Hoyt house so the other dog cousins have food.