What the Cluck?

Something must be going on in the world. Things just got weird-er for the Liebo household and I am not a happy Boxer. My master and his devoted wife emerged very early one Saturday and returned with ten very tiny fuzzy creatures that began inhabiting their bathroom luxury jetted tub. I visited these creatures several times but remain dumbfounded.

On top of all that, I am not getting the level of attention from the family to which I am accustomed. They know the drill. Let me out, feed me, make the bed so I can take a nap, followed by visiting my master in his studio so I can look adorable, bark occasionally to prove I am a trusty guard dog, and inspire his next work.

What has happened? My mater hasn’t been in his studio in over two weeks, there was a massive construction project that is NOT a dog house in the side yard, and now all my master and his devoted wife can do is watch these creatures, chickens. Isn’t that what is in my dog food?

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