Not my kid
 

Srsly. The mm is a very very clever girl who can also be as thick as two short planks. When we had the cat she would routinely get the shit scratched out of herself because SHE WOULDN'T LEAVE THE FUCKING CAT ALONE.

Now she has been picking up the (filthy) "cuteso" chickens despite me telling her constantly to leave them alone. Yesterday she got her face scratched. Today she picked the goddamned thing up again and hugged it to her face and got her fucking eye pecked.

WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM, YOU GODDAMNED IDIOT?

She was lucky it went for the inside corner of her eye and not the center.

I have no idea where she came from, this kid.

:facepalm:

Not me, her.

She has a heart that's bigger than reason. That's OK. Celebrate and cultivate that.

The world needs more of that. Not to sound all cliche, but it's true.

Better to be pecked and jump right back in the fray, than to decide she's terrified of chickens and never go near one again. One bark and playful chase from a big dog, and it took Minifobette two goddamn years before she could see even a dachshund without panicking.

You need faster chickens.

One half-decent flogging, and the chicken handling problem will be long gone.

But they'd throw him out of the league.

I'm going with faster chickens. She's even seen Napoleon Dynamite, she should know about the large talons....

Then they should have room to use that speed. But don't let her watch Rocky II.

It's just a fucking chicken! :chickensmilie:

omg lol!

Tell her to stop playing with her food :)

huh?

Maybe you ought to look at yourself to see where she came from? Not provocative, just a thought.

She loves her pets? Hehehe.....maybe you should get her a pet! Wait, no, she may hug it too tight and it'll bite her. :D Get her lots of big stuffed animals to hug. Joking aside, I agree with what Infinite said. Be glad and frustrated at the same time. :p: