This is my first non-chicken post and unfortunately a very sad and horrible one. I have a lot of dogs. Mostly miniature dachshunds (also a blue heeler, pitbull and labx). I used to raise dachshund puppies, but got out of it several years ago. The dachshunds bark at literally EVERYTHING, so I don't usually even go look out the window when I hear them all barking. Yesterday morning I heard them barking again and paid no attention until I heard one of them scream. I opened the front door and saw a german shepherd in my yard with her jaws on one of my dachshund's throat. I saw my little dachshund get her throat ripped out right in front of me. My entire yard is fenced and the only way the shepherd could have gotten in was to go over the fence. I don't even remember going down my front steps, but I did and grabbed the first thing I could which was a shovel. My pitbull flew out of the house when I opened the door and grabbed the shepherd by one of it's back legs. When the shepherd twisted around to bite my pitbull, I hit it in the head with the shovel as hard as I could. I killed it. I still can't believe I deliberately killed a dog. I rationalize it by telling myself I had no choice, but I feel terrible. I then dropped the shovel and went to my little Molly. I really find it hard to believe she's dead. She was only 4 years old and a beautiful and sweet longhaired black and tan. She was born here and I thought she'd die of old age here. I felt like I couldn't breathe. She didn't deserve to die. At some point I noticed another body in the yard. My tiny little brindle dachshund, Sissy, was also dead. She was 8 years old and also born here. After awhile, I drug the shepherd's body outside the fence and went to her owner's house. I knocked on the door and told the owner when she opened it that she needed to come get her dog's body and if she had anything she wanted to tell me that I would be in my back yard burying my two little dogs that her dog had killed. I turned around and left before she could say anything. This shepherd had been getting loose for years. The owner had been warned by animal control and the dog had been picked up several times, but it didn't make any difference. I don't know why it decided to come into my yard, but it did and caused me to have one of the worst days of my life. I can't believe Molly and Sissy are gone. I just feel like a rug has been pulled out from under me. Not sure why I'm posting this other than I really need a verbal hug.