I have a (sorta) funny story. Yesterday I get home and my husband says "something terrible happened!" and he looked kinda freaked out. Of course my freaking heart almost stopped! cuz I thought something happened to one of the dogs (or chickens--it's messed up, but I don't even think it would be about a people, I think it's about a pet, lol).
So I'm like WHAT?!! and he launches into this long-winded story, I'm like WTF, are my animals OK?! (they are.) So, he lets the dogs out the back door into the yard (no, little Emma the PugChi didn't get eaten by a hawk). A chipmunk runs across the yard, and faster than taters, Penny (part Jack Russell, a ratter) snatches it up and runs away with it in her mouth. So, Emma jumps up in her face, growls at it, steals it out of Penny's mouth, and is tearing around the yard with it. Bucco, the big dumb Pit Bull, is just sitting there watching. Joe starts screaming like a girl--because he is afraid of dead animals--and is yelling DROP IT DROP IT do you want a cookie??!!! Until the stupid dog drops it on the back porch.
So Joe (my big manly Italian) is like "Please get rid of it, I can't look at it" in this girly voice. So I go out, pet it (it's dead, but I like chipmunks), pick it up by the tail, and swing it over the fence into the woods....and the end of the tail comes off in my hand.
Cue to Joe screaming, and me peeing my pants laughing. He is such a WUSS.