I'm not someone who can say, "I love dogs". To me, that's like saying "I love people". There are many people I like, and some people I would rather avoid. Similarly, I loved our previous dog - a beautiful and gentle snowy-white Swiss shepherd (sadly, she was poisoned) - and I dislike our current dog, a German Shepherd/Belgian Malinois cross which my husband got because he was told she'd be a good guard dog (our house is isolated so we figured we can't do without a dog).
The dog lives outside and spends most of her day on a long run line, with long walks every day. We'd fence an area for her, but it's impossible as our entire yard is so rocky, there's just no place where we can possibly dig in the fence posts. Of course there were some run line accidents when she got loose and chased chickens. Then she got loose and killed some chickens. "By accident", my husband claimed, defending the dog (which he grew to love). The chickens, by the way, free range and sometimes come to eat out of the dog's bowl, although I always leave plenty of grain in their feeder. Our Swiss Shepherd didn't so much as blink an eye if a chicken came close, but this one? She got really precise lately - any chicken she catches has a 95% chance of ending up with a broken neck within 3 seconds. I asked, no, begged my husband to get rid of her, so many times. I told him we can get another dog, a well-trained and calm one like the one we used to have. I told him nothing would make me happier.
But the pivotal moment of it all was a few weeks ago, when I heard chicken panic noises from outside, and when I got out I saw this dog with A. Chicken. Wing in her mouth. She caught one of my favorite little pullets and tore her Limb. From. Limb and ate her. I got crazy. Sorry, all you dog lovers, but I was just totally insane at that moment. If I'd had a gun I would have killed that dog then and there. As it was, I just started picking up rocks and throwing them at her, bawling at the top of my lungs. I'm surprised no one called the police. My husband came out running and led me to the house and gave me something for nerves.
This dog was never meant to be around chickens to begin with, but now that she's had her taste of blood I don't think she can ever be re-trained, even if my husband works extra hard with her (which he promised to do many times but never did). And it ain't never gonna work between me and her. I never thought I'd hate an animal, but I hate this dog with all my heart. My chickens are my babies, I raised most of them from an egg, and I love them so much I told my husband I'm willing to give them up - if he won't give up the dog - so they can have a better, safer home someplace else. I could keep them locked up in the coop, of course, but that seems cruel in the long run.
Lately we've had a turning point which is very promising for me. We are moving to an area where we can still keep chickens but wouldn't need a guard dog anymore. Please, please give me some advice on how I can convince my husband to get rid of the dog. I already mentioned to him how much we'd save on dog food, vet bills, tick collars etc, and how he won't have all the hassle with always walking the dog and training her (he is really busy, and I've refused to come anywhere near the dog since I'm pregnant).
If you love dogs, please don't hate me, either. I think the dog will be happier someplace else, too.
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UPDATE: The dog was found dead in our yard a short time after I wrote this (no, I didn't do it). See update on page 10.
The dog lives outside and spends most of her day on a long run line, with long walks every day. We'd fence an area for her, but it's impossible as our entire yard is so rocky, there's just no place where we can possibly dig in the fence posts. Of course there were some run line accidents when she got loose and chased chickens. Then she got loose and killed some chickens. "By accident", my husband claimed, defending the dog (which he grew to love). The chickens, by the way, free range and sometimes come to eat out of the dog's bowl, although I always leave plenty of grain in their feeder. Our Swiss Shepherd didn't so much as blink an eye if a chicken came close, but this one? She got really precise lately - any chicken she catches has a 95% chance of ending up with a broken neck within 3 seconds. I asked, no, begged my husband to get rid of her, so many times. I told him we can get another dog, a well-trained and calm one like the one we used to have. I told him nothing would make me happier.
But the pivotal moment of it all was a few weeks ago, when I heard chicken panic noises from outside, and when I got out I saw this dog with A. Chicken. Wing in her mouth. She caught one of my favorite little pullets and tore her Limb. From. Limb and ate her. I got crazy. Sorry, all you dog lovers, but I was just totally insane at that moment. If I'd had a gun I would have killed that dog then and there. As it was, I just started picking up rocks and throwing them at her, bawling at the top of my lungs. I'm surprised no one called the police. My husband came out running and led me to the house and gave me something for nerves.
This dog was never meant to be around chickens to begin with, but now that she's had her taste of blood I don't think she can ever be re-trained, even if my husband works extra hard with her (which he promised to do many times but never did). And it ain't never gonna work between me and her. I never thought I'd hate an animal, but I hate this dog with all my heart. My chickens are my babies, I raised most of them from an egg, and I love them so much I told my husband I'm willing to give them up - if he won't give up the dog - so they can have a better, safer home someplace else. I could keep them locked up in the coop, of course, but that seems cruel in the long run.
Lately we've had a turning point which is very promising for me. We are moving to an area where we can still keep chickens but wouldn't need a guard dog anymore. Please, please give me some advice on how I can convince my husband to get rid of the dog. I already mentioned to him how much we'd save on dog food, vet bills, tick collars etc, and how he won't have all the hassle with always walking the dog and training her (he is really busy, and I've refused to come anywhere near the dog since I'm pregnant).
If you love dogs, please don't hate me, either. I think the dog will be happier someplace else, too.
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UPDATE: The dog was found dead in our yard a short time after I wrote this (no, I didn't do it). See update on page 10.
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