Ok, I went out tonight to feed my girls and give them some warm water, really need the cookie tin heater, by the way; and when I opened the door my freakin crazy hen, Road Runner (you'll find out soon why we call her that) saw my tom cat and flew the coop, don't know why she flew out of the coop when she was safe in it but she freaked and flew. So my tom cat (he is nuetered and now I want to do it to him again) starting crazy chasing her. Stupid cat. And then my dog saw this and I guess thought it looked like fun so he started chasing my cat who was chasing my chicken right into the grouchy old lady's yard--. Stupid dog. Can it get worse. Yes it can. I started chasing my dog and because I am part hillbilly was doing my PM chores in my jammies with no bra , that is what it looked like. So here I am chasing my stupid dog who's chasing my stupid cat who's chasing my stupid chicken into the mean lady's yard who hates everything that breathes, and stupid me is doing this without a bra. Why do I own animals?! I can't remember right now. I have lost all dignity in my neighborhood and now I am online telling my story. It had to look like some kind of looney tune on crack in my yard.