This morning I took Hunda out to potty (we have to use the front yard because the back yard has brand new cement that isn't cured). I had no shoes, no glasses, pj's, sleep in my eyes, and I think I was still dreaming about the cute guys from Sex and the City. Hunda starts to go and then, bam! there is this turkey running through the yard. If I hadn't been holding the leash as well as I was I would still be chasing him. I don't think I really understood what was going on at first, being in my half asleep mode. At this point you should be LOL because I am laughing looking back on it! I don't know who was more spazzed out, the turkey or Hunda. At first he didn't know what to do, he just wanted to chase it. And then he thought maybe he should be afraid of it, it had stopped to peer over it's shoulder. And what did I do? I waited for Hunda to sit and give me eye contact and then we were off, chasing this god damn turkey together through suburban Sacramento. Me with no shoes, no bra, no glasses and all the yuppies were leaving for work. It was fun though. Until the turkey flew up (turkeys can fly?) on someone's house. And Hunda still wanted it. So I waited for another sit with eye contact (I wish he would just offer those right away when he wants something...) and picked him up so he could see it better. Hunda hearts wild turkeys! Wild turkeys do NOT heart Hunda. And me? I could go awhile before seeing another one and be just fine.