I had company over yesterday, we were quilting. My house doesn't have AC so we often leave the front door open (no screen) for a little more breeze. Sure enough, Mable picked yesterday to try a new trick. Company is seated at the dining room table, chatting after lunch and one ladys says "Um, is that ok?" and points in the next room. There's Mable, she's wandered in the front door, through the living room and into the quilting room - looking like she owns the place!
I calmly pick her up and set her outside, closing the front door as a precaution. My reply was, "They may be spoiled, but they aren't spoiled enough to be house pets . . . . yet"
We all had a good laugh but I had to marvel at her timing - the chooks can be worse than kids some days, especially when company is there

I calmly pick her up and set her outside, closing the front door as a precaution. My reply was, "They may be spoiled, but they aren't spoiled enough to be house pets . . . . yet"

