Why did the chicken cross the road?
To get away from the Doop-Dog.
Our little huntress loves to stalk animals and generally, anything that might be moving, including a leaf that might be carried in the air by the slightest breeze. The thing is, she's never actually gotten close enough to anything (living) to actually capture it. Until now. Our morning jog consists of running past the donkeys, around Chancy's house, up the little hill past the barking dogs and around the corner...where the chickens and roosters live....Every once in a while we will see a loose chicken while driving, and we just chuckle to ourselves that we really live in a place where chickens actually get out and on the loose. Well, Monday morning, one of those roosters was loose. And they do not run very fast. And Deefor does run very fast. Before I knew it, she was on top of the poor thing, practically smothering it, but luckily, I was close and saved the poor thing from its demise (gosh I hope the neighbors aren't reading this). So, in honor of Doofaloop's first official caputre (but not killing!) of an animal, Sean bought her a wife beater wearing, tatoo sportin', doggles on the head, sqeeky toy chicken. It's the tackiest thing I've ever seen and she loves that thing to death. She gnaws at its feet, squeezes its middle so it squeaks, throws it around up in the air, brings it to mother so mother can throw it and Deefor can fetch it and obviously sleeps with it. What's a mother to do?