Today is NOT my lucky day. There I was on morning patrol, minding my own business while doing my business. The trees were alive with the music of singing birds. There were Robins happily enjoying breakfast on the neighbor’s lawn. There was also a flock of Canadian Geese flying overhead. In short, after a week of cold dreary days, we were finally experiencing an idyllic spring morning. I was in such a good mood that I even gave a passing Squirrel a happy tail wag. That’s when it happened. SPLAT! While I was distracted by the honking Geese and the scurrying Squirrel, one of the Robins flew by and pooped right on my back!
Coincidence? Nonsense! This was clearly a coordinated attack, orchestrated by the Robins, Geese and Squirrel. Otherwise that bird poop would have splattered on Mom as well. She was walking at a heel on my right side, yet managed to remain unscathed. I know morning patrol can be dangerous, and I’m prepared for anything. However, I never imagined I’d get ambushed from the air!
At least I was able to keep Mom safe. But she didn’t even appreciate my heroism. Instead, Mom started laughing, and then said the most ridiculous thing, “A bird pooped on you! Chuck Billy, that’s good luck!” Good luck? I have bird poop on me, and now I have to get a bath! How is that “good luck?” In fact, I’m very unlucky because this is my second bath this week!
