Bad morning here. About two hours after I got to work this morning, my dad called to tell me that he thought my dog was out killing a chicken. I rushed home as fast as I could (normally 30-35 minute drive, but I think I made it in 25), it was like a massacre scene. She killed almost my entire flock. I found 9 dead, 4 alive and uninjured, and 6 I couldn't find at all. I don't know if those 6 are dead and just under the house where I can't see, or if by some chance they are alive and hiding somewhere. What an awful morning. My daughter is going to be SO upset.