Goldie The Chicken


Our little pet chicken, a Rhode Island Red, was called Mrs. Golden, or sometimes just Goldie. She strutted around our 10,000 square meter block as if she owned it.

Dog and chicken usually spells disaster. But late one night, when I checked on my dog, I was met with a most amazing sight. I never expected that Goldie and our dog would get along really well.

Our dog tolerated her, even when she entered their luxurious kennel. The dogs’ kennel was first-class – a skyline home complete with a lounge and radio. PPP – our “pedigree pound pooch” – would sleep with his head propped up on the arm of the lounge.