Venus meets the chicken killer

I am going to hell. I took Harley (aka Venus… what a stupid name. Really… the darn dog has a clown face that is Harlequin in every way and yet the intake person at HART names the dog Venus? WTF…. ok… yea I have cracked) out in the back yard. She can go out without a leash now and is doing well. But she decided that she wanted to stick that big head through the fence (even with a cone on!!!).

Well… I was surprised that the chicken killer could shock the dog through such thick fur, but it did. That dog ran backwards all the way to the house and won’t go out in the yard. I am going to hell. I started laughing and was doubled over. I am going to hell, but I will have great abs from laughing. I have cracked.