Friday, September 17, 2010

them baby chickens growed up

'Member me telling ya'll about them little baby chickens my mom bought back in the spring? Well, they ain't little no more. They are all big and they think they are so smart. They run around in their pen and scratch and talk to each other. Now mom and dad even got some gooses and weird looking chickens that ain't got no feathers on their necks. They all just act like they are so smart and are so busy. They ain't doing nothin like me. They don't help with the horses and they don't guard the house. I don't think they are good for nothin but scratchin in the dirt.





My mom and dad made them a bigger pen the other day-I had to help them cause they ain't real smart about that stuff. Anyway, we made that bigger pen and let them chickens in there. Now, everday, me and mom and dad and sometimes Weagle go in there and talk to them chickens. Sometimes, they get in my mom or dad's lap and I don't like that. They got sharp beaks and they could peck out somebody's eyeballs. (My girlfriend Bebe told me that) So, today, me and mom and dad was in there talking to them chickens and the ducks and the gooses. Well, I laid down to rest and guess what my mom did?? She put chicken food on me! Then them stoopid chickens started eatin off me! It kinda felt good when the girl chickens ate, but when that boy chichen-a rooster, my mom says-did it, he pecked me hard and that hurt. I yelled at him and he fluffed up his wings. I think he was saying something ugly, but I don't talk chicken, so I ain't sure.





If I go back in there tomorrow, I am gonna tell him that I don't 'preciate him pecking my back like that and he better not do it again. And them gooses, well they better just be nice to me. I know all about gooses now and I ain't takin no crap off of none of them. I'll just bite them in their long old necks. But I can't let my mom and dad know that cause they like them gooses. I don't know why. Everbody knows that gooses are stoopid!





I'll let ya'll know if I have to eat a goose or chicken.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010


Well, me and my mom have been real busy lately so we ain't been "bloggin" much. I been playing with my friends Ashlynn and Bubba. They are so much fun. That Bubba is a nice kid. He brings me food when I am layin on the couch. And he is always droppin food for me. I think he does it on purpose cause he knows I like all the same stuff as him. Cept bananas. I don't like bananas unless it is in puddin. Anyway, them kids are so much fun. And they learned how to go out that little door that me and Lupa use. Sometimes they sneak out so i go with them. We go down and see the horses and the chickens and I have to guard them kids.

The other day, Ashlynn was makin cupcakes for me and my dad and i was so happy cause I like cupcakes. She would give dad one and when I tried to get a bit, she would scream and say NO! I didn't know why until I finally got to taste it. It wasn't even real! It was made out of cloth! And everbody knows you can't eat cloth cupcakes. Sometimes I think she is a little funny. But when she snuggles up with me and pats me real sweet, I just love her.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Hey everbody. Me and my mom ain't had much time lately to tell ya'll about my 'ventures. I ain't had a lot, but guess what?! I am on Facebook now! I got my own page and I play them games and stuff. I got almost more friends than my mom! And one of my friends is a pretty black dog named Bebe. She has big eyes that are the prettiest I have ever seen. She is my girlfriend! 'Cept I don't get to see her in real life, just on facebook.


I also have a new little brother. His name is Weagle, but they call him Little Puss. He is a mean little cat. He is all orange and he thinks he is a tiger. He gets away with everthing. He is a brat! But if I say anything bad to him, my mom gets on to me. He gets gooshy food, and pieces of mom and dad's food; he gets to sleep on the warm blankets and he gets to smack me. One night, I was layin there asleep beside my Dad when something woke me up. It was that stoopid little cat spattin my dangles! I guess he thought they were his toys or somethin. I told him to stop, but you know, he wouldn't! That just ain't right to spat a fellow's dangles while he is sleeping.


I gotta go for now. I think dad is goin to get us some chicken, so I have to go and make sure he goes the right way. See ya'll later!