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Here is Poppy. She is a Jack Russell Terrier. But I think she thinks she's a sheep dog.... or I should say a chicken dog.

The other afternoon we were all out in the yard. Robin was fixing the door on the chicken run and we had let the hens out to run around the garden for awhile. The children and I were in fits of laughter as we watched Poppy interacting with the hens. She was quite intrigued with them for awhile, and would cautiously approach them, and if they moved, she'd jump back. She's all bark that girl, but scared of the hens if they get too close. One of the more bolder hens (I think it was Betsy Trotwood, but we are still sorting out who is who, but if it was Betsy Trotwood then she fits her name perfectly, for it was a very Betsy Trotwood thing to do), got close enough to peck Poppy on the nose!

We are still waiting for the hens to lay eggs for us. I am starting to wonder if it has something to do with the water bowl I temporarily have for them. I stole it from Cricket (our black Lab) until I can get down to the store to get a proper water bowl for the hens. I'm really not trying to put them off laying.

But Poppy thinks she is a chicken dog. She spent the entire time trying to round them up. My camera is not the best, but I did get a few shots of her pathetic attempts.

Apparently her mother likes to round up people! Poppy is supposed to be a pure bred, but I'm starting to wonder.....