- Jul 5, 2009
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Well, I came home today and let my dogs in. Buddy, my dachshund, had feathers in his mouth. I walked outside, and Olive was on the Ground, not moving. She had escaped the coop, and Buddy had taken a big chunk out of her back. She was still alive, and my Dad had to kill her. So sad, and I cant blame the dog, because thats his job, to hunt.
She was the firsy chicken I ever had, and was always my favorite. She will be missed.
She was the firsy chicken I ever had, and was always my favorite. She will be missed.