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<blockquote data-quote="nicholasjohn" data-source="post: 1895911" data-attributes="member: 109113"><p>Having been mentioned in your selection of authors, I would have to say that I would only accept if you are appointed to be the editor AND if you promise to participate with your stories. That one about your son's dog on a chain is a mind-blower for sure. What a cagey rascal !!!</p><p></p><p>The story reminds me of an old buddy back in Pennsylvania, who had a young Airedale. He also had a pet crow, named Lefty, and a rooster named Funky Chicken. Lefty was one of a pair of baby crows he found on the ground at the base of a big tree. Apparently, they had fallen out of the nest, and Skinner took them home to make pets out of them. He put a zip-tie around each crow's ankle, and named them Lefty & Righty. How original. Well, Righty flew away as soon as he figured out how, and Lefty stuck around to suck up a little more of the Alpo dogfood that Skinner fed the bird. ( He also learned to talk, but that's a story for another day. ) </p><p></p><p>Funky chicken got his name because he was too proud and cocky to go in the henhouse when it got cold outside, and he roosted on the fence with one foot pulled up into his feathers. Well, the one he was standing on froze one night, and it fell off. So, he hobbled around the yard with one short leg and no foot. It was quite a sight to see. </p><p></p><p>Well, the Airedale puppy used to sleep in the shade, chained to a tree out in the back yard. He was being put out as fox propellant to keep the yard-birds safe. Both the crow and the gimpy rooster would torment the poor little dog, and he would lunge at them only to have his chain come tight and darn near break his neck. This went on for most of the summer, with the crow dive-bombing the poor dog and the rooster strutting around squawking at him just out of his reach. While it was comical to watch, we all figured that these birds were going to drive that poor dog crazy, but Skinner insisted that the dog would figure it out and he would catch and kill them both. </p><p></p><p>One day, it all came to pass. We were pulling into the driveway for our Thursday evening euchre party at Skinner's house, and his wife had gone bowling. It was going to be a bunch of guys babysitting a whole passel of little kids, playing cards, grilling bambi-burgers, and draining beer bottles. Hot dog - big-time fun for the lads. That was when Skinner told us the story <strong>: </strong></p><p></p><p>The dog figured out that if it lay down closer to the tree and left some slack in the chain, he'd be able to get those obnoxious birds. He nailed them both in the same day, and chewed each one of them all to ribbons. No more lefty; no more Funky Chicken. Happy dog. When the dog was done, there was nothing left but two bloody smudges on the ground out in the yard, and a grinning dog.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="nicholasjohn, post: 1895911, member: 109113"] Having been mentioned in your selection of authors, I would have to say that I would only accept if you are appointed to be the editor AND if you promise to participate with your stories. That one about your son's dog on a chain is a mind-blower for sure. What a cagey rascal !!! The story reminds me of an old buddy back in Pennsylvania, who had a young Airedale. He also had a pet crow, named Lefty, and a rooster named Funky Chicken. Lefty was one of a pair of baby crows he found on the ground at the base of a big tree. Apparently, they had fallen out of the nest, and Skinner took them home to make pets out of them. He put a zip-tie around each crow's ankle, and named them Lefty & Righty. How original. Well, Righty flew away as soon as he figured out how, and Lefty stuck around to suck up a little more of the Alpo dogfood that Skinner fed the bird. ( He also learned to talk, but that's a story for another day. ) Funky chicken got his name because he was too proud and cocky to go in the henhouse when it got cold outside, and he roosted on the fence with one foot pulled up into his feathers. Well, the one he was standing on froze one night, and it fell off. So, he hobbled around the yard with one short leg and no foot. It was quite a sight to see. Well, the Airedale puppy used to sleep in the shade, chained to a tree out in the back yard. He was being put out as fox propellant to keep the yard-birds safe. Both the crow and the gimpy rooster would torment the poor little dog, and he would lunge at them only to have his chain come tight and darn near break his neck. This went on for most of the summer, with the crow dive-bombing the poor dog and the rooster strutting around squawking at him just out of his reach. While it was comical to watch, we all figured that these birds were going to drive that poor dog crazy, but Skinner insisted that the dog would figure it out and he would catch and kill them both. One day, it all came to pass. We were pulling into the driveway for our Thursday evening euchre party at Skinner's house, and his wife had gone bowling. It was going to be a bunch of guys babysitting a whole passel of little kids, playing cards, grilling bambi-burgers, and draining beer bottles. Hot dog - big-time fun for the lads. That was when Skinner told us the story [B]: [/B] The dog figured out that if it lay down closer to the tree and left some slack in the chain, he'd be able to get those obnoxious birds. He nailed them both in the same day, and chewed each one of them all to ribbons. No more lefty; no more Funky Chicken. Happy dog. When the dog was done, there was nothing left but two bloody smudges on the ground out in the yard, and a grinning dog. [/QUOTE]
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