But in fact she is a wannabe chicken killer.
We went round to some friends and left Poppy to run around outside while we went in to enjoy a cup of tea and a chat. The tea was just ready and we were about to sit down to with some cake when she was spotted pinning a dead looking chicken to the ground and pulling out mouthfuls of feathers. The poor chicken's owner rushed outside with Doug. Poppy was pulled off the chicken which turned out to still be alive. The last time we saw it, it was sitting in a box looking not quite dead and covered in iodine to help deal with its cuts and bruises. We are waiting for an update as to whether it pulled through of not. We will never be invited back - which is a shame as the cake (which we eventually did manage to have) was very tasty!!
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