06/23/2026
Adventure at Brandy’s doesn’t even begin to cover today’s episode. 🐦🐶
We got to Brandy’s house and, thank goodness, I happened to glance through the sliding glass door before unleashing the canine chaos. Staring back at me was a baby robin sitting in the yard. One second later and that poor little thing would have been participating in the HOWA Youth Cross Country Championships against a pack of very enthusiastic predators.
So I went outside by myself to es**rt the tiny feathered idiot to a safer location. Unfortunately, Mom and Dad Robin misunderstood the assignment and immediately launched Operation Air Strike. While I was getting dive-bombed in the head, I was also yelling, “I’M TRYING TO SAVE YOUR BABY!” like some deranged Disney princess.
After surviving the aerial assault, I managed to relocate the baby to the dog-free yard next door where it tucked itself safely into the grass.
Mission accomplished.
Or so I thought.
Then I let the dogs out.
Jacob immediately spotted the bird through the fence and transformed into a complete fool. Suddenly everyone was crowding the fence, staring, plotting, and trying to figure out how to become one with the metal bars. The baby robin remained safely on the other side while the velociraptor K9 committee held an emergency meeting regarding possible extraction methods.
So, Mom and Dad Robin, if you’re reading this, I’d like an apology and perhaps a fruit basket. I saved your child from a yard full of professional bird enthusiasts, endured repeated attacks to the skull, and successfully relocated your baby to safety.
You’re welcome. 😂🐦🐕🦺