Years ago when Steve was stationed in Germany he bought this cuckoo clock. It's been in a box in his closet for a long time in a state of disrepair so we took it to a clock shop and had it fixed. He picked it up Saturday and we hung it up today.
The little cuckoo pops out on the hour and half hour and does his thing.
My goofy Lab isn't sure what to think of it all. Every time the cuckoo chirps, the dog stops whatever he is doing and looks at it with curiosity.
"Curiosity killed the cat," they say and it also made the dog lose his treat. Steve had just tossed a dog treat to each of the two dogs and Jazz was just picking his up to eat when the cuckoo popped out. "Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" Jazz dropped his treat and turned around to stare at the clock. As soon as he did, the Boston Terrier snatched up Jazz's treat and ate it.
I don't think he cared much. He's much to perplexed about this clock and trying to figure out how he's going to get that bird.
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