We were up on the hill by 7:15 this morning and surprised a wild turkey hen. We gave each other a startled look, then the beast came out in us and we gave chase. Great Dog, those big squawkers can fly a long ways to be so heavy! Both of us got nasty thorn branches stuck in our fur and had to drag ourselves back home on three legs. Sometimes Mr. Scissors can be your friend! Plus we smell like wild garlic.
“Huck, we’ve got to get Momma Dog something for Mother’s Day.”
“How about a chew bone?”
“I don’t think she likes chew bones, I’ve never seen her gnawing on one.”
“Let’s get her some, and then if she doesn’t like them, we’ll eat them!”