Weekend Assignment #48: When Pets Attack!
Dust off the pets, here's this week's Weekend Assignment:
Weekend Assignment #48: Recount an amusing tale of a pet attacking someone or something. By "amusing," I mean that a) no one was seriously injured, least of all the pet (pet humiliation is okay), b) you laughed about it at the time, or sometime shortly thereafter. You know: Funny! Okay, then.
My mom's mother, my Nana, had many animals, cats, dog, birds, and chickens, she called them all her pets, and I loved them all. On the way out there mama told me Nana had got a new animal, I was shocked when she told me it was a turkey. I was all excited when I got there, I'd never seen a turkey before. We got there but the turkey was nowhere to be found, but inside the house I would hear every once in a while a gobble, gobble, gobble. I'd look out the windows and the door but to no avail, no turkey. Finally I decided I was going to find that turkey, so I walked outside, and the time I walked off the front porch, from the sky, or really from on top of the house, the turkey comes across my neck attacking me, I was probably only 7 or 8 at the time, but I took off screaming with a turkey attached to my neck, finally I managed to get him off, and I ran screaming the whole way to the front door, crying and screaming I made it in to everyone laughing at me. For the next few months this turkey lived on top of the house, or far as I know he did, because everytime I went to Nana's he was always waiting on top of the house to chase me to the car when I left, and ready to attack when I got there, then November came and Thanksgiving, and from that day forward no more mean Turkey. I know this wasn't really a pet, but this is what came to mind.