Had a Dalmatian/Lab Mix that was an escape artist.
New neighbors had bought house just down the road and moved in.
Due to my rotating shifts I had NOT had time to properly meet them......small grouping of homes out in the desert so everyone knows each other.
They had been moved in for about 2 weeks....had set up and stocked their chicken coop and were setting in to a rural lifestyle.
Until one morning around 2AM I hear a commotion going on/yelling/hollering and one clean distinct sentence comes thru "Get the GUN...I'm going to shoot that dang dog"
Oh-oh
I check around.........my dog is gone.
Jump in truck and race down the road. There she is in the headlights with a big old white chicken in her mouth
Call...she comes and jumps into truck bed.....I lay chicken down by tailgate/snap her into front leash and drive over to 'introduce myself to new neighbors'
Guy was pretty reasonable considering and we settled on me replacing his chicken.
I go back out to truck and the 'dead chicken' is standing there looking at my dog which is leashed and can't reach it....looking around for an escape route/pressing against tailgate as tight as it can
I grab chicken, walk back up to house, ring door bell and when guy answers I hand him the chicken and smile.
Two weeks later we are having a BBQ together.......laughing about the 'new neighbors welcoming' and eating grilled chicken :B
