“No pressure, but could you post another blog soon? I'm jonesin. Thanks!”
Which simultaneously made me laugh and feel shame, as well as making me realize that my dogs are behaving totally appropriately for once and I really have nothing to complain about regarding their digestive habits as of late.
Ivy did destroy her outside bed, but I think she was just frustrated that it wasn’t drying out (we’ve had a LOT of spring snow). Who can blame a girl for getting violent with soggy bedding?
So it was suggested to me by my friend Valynne this afternoon, inspired while in the yoga position of downward-facing dog, to ask you, loyal readers, what, if anything, you would like to know about life with Great Danes and chickens. Anything? Really, our lives are open books here.
In the meantime, here is a little video of the girls. They are getting so big. I had planned on posting pictures of them that clearly prove the evolutionary link between dinosaurs and chickens, but that awkward phase didn’t last long, and as evidenced here, I am obviously not keeping up.
My girls have rhythm.
*Warning: In searching for my You Tube video so that I could post it here, I realized quite quickly that I should not have titled the video "Big Chicks." Fetishes abound, my friends. People post some funky stuff on You Tube.
