- Dec 4, 2012
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Years ago I had a Buff Orpington ( mostly indoor) that was litter box trained (mostly), could fetch, lay down, roll over, and knew her name. She was the best dog I ever had. She layed up to three eggs a day, everyday, and was my best friend. I would open the door to the convertible, she would jump in, sit on the passengers seat, and we would ride around town together.
I decided to put her outside for a few nights during the summer after hearing people say that "she is a chicken and should be given the chance to act like one". One day during the forst week, I went outside and didn;t see her in the pen. I figured that my roommate must have let her out, so I called her name. She didn't come and there on the other sicde of the house, I found her headless. Apparently a critter dug her out of her pen and my sweet girl was no longer.
Finally, years later, I placed an order. I spent the morning pacing around the house like an expectant father in labor and delivery. At 11am my beautiful sweet babaies arrived. I couldn't be happier to be a Momma again:-D
I decided to put her outside for a few nights during the summer after hearing people say that "she is a chicken and should be given the chance to act like one". One day during the forst week, I went outside and didn;t see her in the pen. I figured that my roommate must have let her out, so I called her name. She didn't come and there on the other sicde of the house, I found her headless. Apparently a critter dug her out of her pen and my sweet girl was no longer.
Finally, years later, I placed an order. I spent the morning pacing around the house like an expectant father in labor and delivery. At 11am my beautiful sweet babaies arrived. I couldn't be happier to be a Momma again:-D
