Yes, it’s true. The big dog is a chicken. What does this mean? It means that I, the smallest dog, am braver than Torrey, the big dog. Yep….there’s a story there.
We went walking the other day and walked past a big piece of property we have gone past several times before. The people who live there have some emu’s. Yes, emu’s, as in they really are from New Zealand. Usually the emu’s are way up in the field and not close to the road. But, the other day they were right next to the road along the fence.
At first, Torrey and I wanted to get close to them. Mom saw them first, however, and made us keep our distance. Mostly because she wanted a picture. Then they started making this weird noise, like someone pounding a small drum. Who knew they made that weird sound? Not us.
That was it for Torrey, she wanted out of there so fast. Me, I still wanted a closer look. I kinda growled and huffed, and pulled on the leash to get closer. Meanwhile, Torrey was pulling on the leash the other way, to get out of there.
It’s a good thing we aren’t two huge dogs, or mom would have been split in two. Mom got all the pictures she wanted, and we turned around and walked back. Torrey was still pulling hard, even way down the road. Mom had to stop and make her sit, and calm down, so we could walk normally.
I would have loved to get my paws on those big birds. So who’s the brave dog…..and who’s a big hairy chicken?