My wife works from home. She called me sounding like something was very wrong. She wanted a bb gun because there was a German Shepherd and a young retriever in our chicken coop. I told her to get the Glock G-33, .357 Sig, which she has never shot, ear muffs, and go out there and shoot the dogs. Two White-Faced Black Spanish juvenile chickens are dead, our Welsumer rooster has a walking problem, and is missing all his tail feathers, and is not active, and a Welsumer hen was wounded. I'm proud of my city girl. She said the German Shepherd was walking toward her. She fired three times, but thought she only shot twice. The last shot hit the dog in the neck, shooting through the choke collar (no tags on either dog). She said the dog went one foot, dropped, and breathed for a little bit. She didn't want to shoot "the cute pup", which was munching on one of my birds. She called the pound, who came and took the carcass and the little dog. The guy, plus my neighbors (we're on a heavily populated country road) said, "What in the world did you shoot him with?" She's saving the choke collar to show me. Wish I could see the bullet wound. I somewhat feel sorry for the dogs having crummy masters, but they committed a big sin being in my coop and killing my chickens. I'm impressed with her and the sub-compact Glock. The bad news too is that my wife is traumatized at killing someone's dog, and we might know the owners. She heard someone later that day calling out a name, which in all likelihood was for the dog/dogs. Sad that people don't take care of their animals. Not a tag, not a microchip.