Post by robynsa on Mar 19, 2014 15:16:20 GMT -5
... that you could have beaten a dog to death (but didn't)?
The night before we left for vacation, Rets went to brush her teeth and yelled to me, "Something's in the chicken coop!" With horror I realised that I had left the gate open by accident (moving the geese to another pen), and when I shone the torch inside, the green reflections of the eyes of one of my foster dogs shone back at me. Not an hour before he had had a HUGE dinner, which he finished, and finished half of another dogs dinner as well, and yet there he was in the raised coop having killed 10 of my 3-5 year old hens and hadn't taken a bite out of a single one of them. Just killed them because he could.
I had taken a whackload of herbal calming pills before I caught him, because I am a very nervous flier and we were flying the next morning. Had I not, I think I would have beaten the dog to death. I don't think I have ever felt such anger towards a dog before. I mean, I've felt angry with my own dogs when they have had their poultry incidents, but to walk in amongst the warm bodies of some of my very favourite birds just sent me to a whole new level of angry. I would have shot him if I had a gun capable of doing the deed.
I'm relieved that I didn't have a gun in that moment, and relieved that the walking stick I belted him with broke against the wall before I could clock him on the head with it. I was ready to total him. Now I imagine how it would have been had I NOT taken the herbal stuff in preparation for our flight? My dogs get a whack for doing really bad things (and getting caught doing them) but what happened to my girls brought out the pure psycho in me. I loved every single one of those birds.
Just a vent, I guess. I'm sad about my chooks and still spitting mad at the dog who is lucky to be 1300kms away from me right now.
The night before we left for vacation, Rets went to brush her teeth and yelled to me, "Something's in the chicken coop!" With horror I realised that I had left the gate open by accident (moving the geese to another pen), and when I shone the torch inside, the green reflections of the eyes of one of my foster dogs shone back at me. Not an hour before he had had a HUGE dinner, which he finished, and finished half of another dogs dinner as well, and yet there he was in the raised coop having killed 10 of my 3-5 year old hens and hadn't taken a bite out of a single one of them. Just killed them because he could.
I had taken a whackload of herbal calming pills before I caught him, because I am a very nervous flier and we were flying the next morning. Had I not, I think I would have beaten the dog to death. I don't think I have ever felt such anger towards a dog before. I mean, I've felt angry with my own dogs when they have had their poultry incidents, but to walk in amongst the warm bodies of some of my very favourite birds just sent me to a whole new level of angry. I would have shot him if I had a gun capable of doing the deed.
I'm relieved that I didn't have a gun in that moment, and relieved that the walking stick I belted him with broke against the wall before I could clock him on the head with it. I was ready to total him. Now I imagine how it would have been had I NOT taken the herbal stuff in preparation for our flight? My dogs get a whack for doing really bad things (and getting caught doing them) but what happened to my girls brought out the pure psycho in me. I loved every single one of those birds.
Just a vent, I guess. I'm sad about my chooks and still spitting mad at the dog who is lucky to be 1300kms away from me right now.