Frida, The Adventurer
We decided to separate the chickens from The Dog. We haven’t had a single problem with The Dog and the chickens (well, except for that one time, and that other time). We were just tired of The Dog eating the chicken poop.
Already though, Frida figured out a way to escape the enclosure. Here she is trying to blend in:
(She’s not supposed to be outside the fence)
The Dog was happy to play with his old friend. We’ve been so busy unpacking and setting up house, we haven’t taken him out to explore the new neighborhood yet, so he’d been feeling a little miffed:
More stories later. I’m off to walk The Dog before he eats one of the chickens out of boredom.
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