Originally Posted by Zhizara
We love stories.
Who won, your pup or the muskrat?
How about a story about a cockatiel and our dogs? At the time, we had 5 dogs, 4 pugs of various sizes and a 90+ pound golden retriever/malamute mix girl. I'm upstairs in the shower in the back of the house, Craig is out front doing something and the dogs are out back in our fenced yard. I get out of the shower and all HE// is breaking loose outside, all the dogs are barking and having a fit and there's another strange noise in the mix. So, I wrap the bath towel (a big one) around me and run downstairs, yelling for Craig as I go flying past the garage door into the house on my way to the sliding glass door. Get the door open, don't see the dogs and they won't come in with me just calling them.
Okay, out I go, now remember I'm wrapped in a towel and I wasn't what you'd call a small person even back then, so it's not covering me totally and we live on a lake that a bunch of other houses back up to. I go around the corner of the family room and the dogs have formed a semi-circle around a poor little cockatiel they had backed up to the house and are all barking their fool heads off at it. It's all puffed up and squacking back at them. I finally get them to back off a little but, of course, they won't go back too much because they are too interested in this strange creature they found in THEIR yard. Craig still hasn't made an appearance and I really only have one hand to use because the other one is holding onto the towel for dear life so I don't put on a show for anybody that might be looking toward our house. I finally decide I am going to have to pick the poor little thing up to get it away from the dogs so I'm trying to reach down to catch it with both hands but trying to keep the towel in place. The poor little thing is so scared though that it jumped onto my hand and grabbed hold of my finger. I had almost made it back around to the door when Craig finally puts in an appearance and took the bird so I could go get dressed.
Kind of sad ending though, we took it for a ride around the neighborhood because we thought we knew the general vicinity of where it lived as we had heard a bird previously in one of the houses across the lake. Went to a couple of houses with it holding on to my finger and then at the third house when I opened the gate it just flew away and wouldn't come back to me. I've always hoped that was its house and its people found it when they came home.
But, while it wasn't funny at the time, the image of that little bird in a stand-off with the 1 big dog and the 4 little dogs with me wrapped in nothing but a towel and barefoot trying to save it brings a smile and a chuckle.