Chicken Chicken Duck

There’s a place I take my loveable pit bull, Debo, to a couple of times a week: a doggy day camp for him to go play. They have a rooster and some hens on the property.

And a duck, who thinks she’s one of the hens. She’s always there quacking away while the hens are clucking.

There are so many stories in this. Acceptance, adaptation, a bit of zaniness, and everything in between.

What story would you write? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.

Stay safe, everyone! And don’t be afraid to make your voice heard.

2 Responses

  1. Love it! I’ll have to mull over a story and not have it begin with “Why did the chicken cross the road?” *grin*

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