Mischief Monday - Not A Good Boxing Day - By Phod

Dear Pals, 

As you know Lady feeds the birds and because she does so, we have wild turkeys in our backyard all the time.

Picture from the fall, but it is about the same now with snow

On Boxing Day morning Lady took us out and Lee had seen the turkeys in the driveway and told me they were there. Because I am usually a good boy (except that time last week where I ran away for 20 minutes, but that is another story) I get to be off leash. One of the things I love the most is chasing the turkeys. I never chase them far, I just like to watch them fly up in the trees. So, one I had finished my business, I ran to the backyard and chased the turkeys, and Lady could hear them yelling at me and flapping. Then like a good boy I came back.

Now, here is where the story gets bad. You see, when I was chasing the turkeys, I came upon some fresh turkey poop and well, I couldn't help it, I rolled in it. This meant I came back to the Lady with turkey poop all over my neck. Lady was not happy with this choice. She dragged me into the house and into the bathroom, and she closed the door.

This is where she wishes she could have video tapped it because the scene was hilarious.  Me flopping to the ground and trying to hang on to it for dear life, while Lady who wrapped a towel around my neck so she didn't get covered in poop, trying to lift me up. We caused such a commotion that the Man had to come in (he was not happy to have been woken up on a sleep in day, even though it was nearly 8 am). It took the 2 of them, one on each end to get me into the tub. When asked what she would have done if Man wasn't home, she said, she would have taken off her pjs and we would have gone into the shower together. There is a small lip and she could have dragged me into it and closed the door. 

Now once in the tub, I was very cooperative. I just stood there. Somehow Lady dropped the hose piece and literally sprayed water all over the bathroom. Once I was clean, I got a towel dry. Lady then had to scrub the poop out of my collar and dry the entire bathroom. 

Once I was in, Lady, being the blogger she is, made Man go and get her phone for a picture. 

I was mad at her and didn't talk to her most of the day. She said that was ok, cause I wasn't the favourite at the moment.

Anyway, that was my terrible Boxing Day.

you pal, the smells like soap and not poop so the turkeys will smell me coming, Phod