Why I Need a Gun ... Seriously

Our dogs have gotten it into their heads that they are "guard dogs" ... and their only job is to guard the house and backyard. Especially the backyard. We often joke that Zack even patrols the air space above the backyard ... nothing ... and I do mean nothing ... is allowed in "his" backyard.

I say that, but it goes without saying that they wouldn't know what to do with an intruder if they should happen upon one. Oh, yes they do. They would wag their tail and run over and wait for said intruder to pet them. Well, not Zoey ... she is shy. But, definitely Zack.

All that to say that we have been having a bit of a problem in our backyard. And, that problem started about two weeks ago with the arrival of one pesky duck. He seems to enjoy sitting on top of our fence. Our 8-foot fence. Which causes the dogs to completely lose it and bark like fools. We are good neighbors and really, really try to keep our dogs from barking, so we of course run outside to stop them ... and we do because we shoo away the duck. We are at our wit's end. Um, so are our neighbors.

Well, you can imagine our annoyance when we discovered this on top of our roof tonight ... Can you guess what they are? And, just as a hint .... they aren't chimney sweeps from "Mary Poppins" ... need a closer look?
Four. Four ducks. Four. Can you believe it? Dean said they were fine. But, I beg to differ. They are not sitting up there for a duck convention. They are up to no good. They know full well we can't get them down. Which is the reason why we need the gun. Because getting them would be easy because they are ...

"sitting ducks"! (I so wish I could do the drum thing you do when you say a really funny joke. You must know that I totally cracked myself up. It doesn't take much!)