I got to meet my neighbor whilst I was staggering out to the laundry room (separate building from the house). His naughty little dog had grabbed one of my serama roosters and was dunking it in the creek. I can't run but I can scurry and yell so off I went in my pajamas and Crocs, those hideous shoes I love so. The neighbor was on the outside of the fence yelling at his dog to stop. I scared the dog and he jumped out of the water as I jumped in. This is a good metre plus drop into water that is about a half meter deep and very cold snow melt. Some how i completely lost a shoe but the best part was the poor chicken. The rooster, poor thing, oh, guys, it was so funny. I shouldn't laugh but there he was, in as small a ball as he could make himself, floating and slowly pirouetting in the current of the creek, just as wide eyed and frozen as a statue. I grabbed the rooster, who actually seems to be fine now, wrung him out, and tucked him into my pocket while the neighbor apologized over and over, offering to pay, saying he doesn't know why we didn't shoot the dog, etc. I told him point blank I wasn't too concerned about the rooster but was worried about my pregnant goat, who was mildly amused at the ruckus. I told him that we had shot other dogs and would shoot his if it came back, which he understood. Imagine the look on my husband's face when I came back in the house wet, covered in leaves, mud, a little blood, and feathers and telling him I met one of the neighbors. The rooster is fine but a little jumpy and has three scraggly tail feathers left. Karen Who leads a strange life...my coworkers don't know what to make of me
