Here at Skirted Fleece, we love bread. A lot. At least one day a week there's fresh bread in the oven, and today's choice was a Russian Black Bread. However, due to the fickleness of yeast, we screwed up today's loaves and ended up with brownie-esque lumps. As everything has a purpose, even accidents, a quarter of the bread went to Thora. The rest went to the chickens.
Thora loves bread. Probably more than any of the rest of us put together. Her nickname is actually "The Breadator" because she's been known to steal multiple loaves of uncooked dough off the counter. Any bread baking endeavors require constant vigilance these days if the humans want to get any bread at all. So needless to say, Thora was less than thrilled with her measly quarter of the bounty. In her newfie mind, she should get all the bread. All the time. But once it was over the fence and into the chicken coop, we figured she would realize that it was lost forever and move on.
We were so very wrong.
See, Thora somehow managed to get inside the chicken coop without in any way disturbing the fence (the chickens are another story). The wire is totally intact. It wasn't bent, lifted or otherwise moved. No trenches were dug. And as newfies are not known for their majestic flying abilities, we have no idea how she got in there. Seriously, we're stumped. This dog is 111 pounds. Dainty she is not.
Needless to say, all the bread was devoured. Apparently, the chickens didn't eat fast enough and Thora decided to teach them a lesson in true bread appreciation.
So we don't know how she got in, but she also didn't know how to get out. Adam had to open a section of the fence and lift her butt over.
That is one dedicated carb hound.
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