"If your poodles are fairly chicken friendly it could be a very happy partnership. I’ve also met standard bred poodles better trained as guard dogs than most of the breeds that jump to peoples minds at that description. They are one of the smartest breeds out there, and no laughing matter when the get defensive!"
@Kris5902 - lol Chicken friendly? Let me paint a picture of the first day shall I? There should be plenty of mud to use. So it poured, three inches in about an hour to an hour and a half. Immensely frustrating after the yard had
almost dried out with like four to five days of little to no rain. I had to wait until 10:30 or so to quite literally wade out there to let them out. I let the dogs out into the yard so they could go to the bathroom and splashed my way to the chicken pen to let the Orpingtons out. The dogs were mildly interested in watching me, but were having more fun running at high speeds through the wet grass and puddles (poodles) or finding a spot with shorter grass to not be completely soaked (dachshunds).
The hen figured out the whole ramp/ladder situation relatively quickly and made a beeline for the feeder inside the house, thus avoiding detection by the chicken police (dogs). The rooster after several minutes of half-hearted and pathetic attempts to get down the roost pole to the ramp was rescued by me and placed on the ground where he could join her at the feeder as he was very interested in what sort of goodies she'd found. After a few minutes he wandered out and my female white/cream party poodle Anastasia (Anna) saw him for the first time. She completely lost it. Barking frantically, literally bouncing up and down the fence through the largest stretch of mud and water slinging it everywhere. This of course drew the attention of Romanoff, my male black/white tuxedo party poodle and Evelynn (Eevee) and Maribelle (the two dappled miniature dachshunds; one red and one silver). Everyone came charging across the yard at full speed. The little ones at least had the decency to stand in grass and bark at full volume. While Romanoff and Anna both barked, bounced, splashed, jumped over each other and on the fence and I screamed at both of them to stop and behave, the rooster looked on completely unimpressed and unafraid...lol
I should probably mention at this point none of them have ever seen a chicken. Romanoff is much better behaved than his sister (actually a cousin). Anna however has a ridiculously high prey drive and came to live with me when she took a very expensive, hand-fed Rupell's parrot off my friends hand when she burst through the dog door and broke it's neck. The dachshunds have no prey drive to speak of. They like bothering cats and Maribelle used to bring me baby chinchillas when they escaped through the bars on their cage until they were too large to squeeze through the one inch bar spacing.
The hen at this point intrigued by the ridiculous amount of noise wanders out of the house and sets them into further acrobatics and vocalizations. I'm still in the chicken yard on the other side of the fence calmly asking them to (screaming really) to stop it and go somewhere.
The chickens completely ignored the dogs. My friend has two English bulldogs (Fluffy and Goober McFatkins, respectively), another standard poodle (Natasha), a chihuahua (Lu C Fur), a Great Pyranese (Spooky), and a pig (Penelope). So they are used to silly yard antics and have plenty of space to wander in another direction from my idiots.
I'm now brandishing a stick from my side of the fence and screeching while my roommate laughs from the back porch. My old ladies are now bored. The chickens aren't running, won't get within sniffing distance, and are clearly
not cats, so they wander off. Romanoff is also done. He's a bit of a princess, so splashing around in mud really isn't his thing. He usually minces around the yard in a floating trot and is ready to go back inside. Anna the barbarian though, literally has black mud dripping from her as she continues to act like a complete heathen. I stomp/splash my way out of the chicken pen and back into the back yard proper. I then proceed to stand on the fence between her and the chickens and make her remain calm, dripping mud and all. Bored with my lessons on how to be a lady she wanders off. Except every time I turn around to check on the chickens or she thinks she's out of my line of sight she makes a bee line for the fence again. Of course I can hear her splashing a mile away. Stealth is not her forte. So for the next thirty minutes I guard the birds until she's completely bored with them.
Each time I took them out I had to go through the process all over again with her. The next day it was less frantic but I was also over the amount of filth she was getting in to so for the time being all the dogs have been relegated to the smaller yard that came with the house before I expanded it just to keep the mud down. I still need to mop the floors (I swept last night and mopped the dining room) and then do the mud room and shampoo their couch in their room. I'm hoping she didn't forget everything once the yard has dried out enough to let them go run in the big one. She watched them from the little yard with interest but not so much that she's clearing the four foot fence or popping the gate open. So there's that to be grateful for I suppose...lol
@Nardo - Thank you. I haven't covered their yard yet, moving was not a friend to my bank account, lol but I'll be getting it after the next pay day and putting it up. hopefully it looks more professional than I think it will...lol