So today we were surprised to find, Sparkle, my daughter's chinchilla had given birth. Usually she has just one baby, but today she had triplets. Two girls and one boy were still wet when I opened the cage to check on momma. These are my 9 year old daughter's pets. Her personal pets that stay in here room. The daddy chinchilla has been quite protective today. He has not hurt me but bit my daughter good when she tried to look in on Sparkle and her new babies.
So a little backround: I have a dachshund that I bought about a year and a half ago. She is sweet, loves to cuddle and sleeps under the blankets. She has the softest velvety ears you have ever felt.She knows when any of us are not feeling well and will pay particular attention to that person. She plays and befriends all my other dogs. In fact last year when my pug had puppies my dachshund was more interested in taking care of the puppies then the momma dog was. She would clean them, sleep with them and would let them nurse off of her. She was only a year old at the time. I would have let her have a litter but in order to keep one of the pups my husband wanted me to get everyone fixed. I ageed because the homeless pet population is completely out of control.
When I first got my chickens, on the first day home she found her way into them. She killed two. As long as she had them I was surprised they were not all dead. They looked played with but not bitten. So I gave her the benefit of the doubt and have done my best to train her that the chickens are not hers. She gets sprayed with the hose every time she paces the coop, trying to get in. I have held chickens and called her near to smell. Anytime she has been the least bit aggressive I have smacked her bottom and told her no. Last week somehow the coop door was left open. I went out and started looking. I expected the worse; dead chickens everywhere. But from what I could tell all were in the coop, sleeping in the sun. My pugs were on the porch sleeping as well. So I called the dachshund. She did not come, but I spotted her in the corner of the yard with a chicken, a cockrel, dead. She was not eating it but had torn it up. Because it was a cock and not a hen I vowed to be even stricter with her. I hit her multiple times with the dead chicken, I spanked her, I was so mad at her. She slinked the rest of the day and tried to earn my forgiveness.
So tonight I put my children to bed and went down stairs in the basement to watch TV before going to bed. My daughter comes down with a baby chin, born today, bleeding in her hands. She tells me the dachshund was looking into the cage, a baby got too close, she bit it and pulled it through the bars. My daughter saw her run down the hall and she chased her. She dropped the baby. The baby girl was still twitching but dying.
I put her with her mom to die. The chins were upset too. The male was making his warning call at me. The mom was chattering and walking around her baby, licking her. My daughter was happy at least Sparkle had more then one baby this time, so at least we had some left.
I don't know what to do here. I do not want a dog that kills other animals living in our home. But I love her so much. She is so soft, snuggly, loyal and good with my kids. I am crying for that lost baby chin who died on her first day of life, I am crying for my daughter who had to witness it but has more strength then I to bear it, I am crying for the parents who morn and hurt over their lost daughter.
So a little backround: I have a dachshund that I bought about a year and a half ago. She is sweet, loves to cuddle and sleeps under the blankets. She has the softest velvety ears you have ever felt.She knows when any of us are not feeling well and will pay particular attention to that person. She plays and befriends all my other dogs. In fact last year when my pug had puppies my dachshund was more interested in taking care of the puppies then the momma dog was. She would clean them, sleep with them and would let them nurse off of her. She was only a year old at the time. I would have let her have a litter but in order to keep one of the pups my husband wanted me to get everyone fixed. I ageed because the homeless pet population is completely out of control.
When I first got my chickens, on the first day home she found her way into them. She killed two. As long as she had them I was surprised they were not all dead. They looked played with but not bitten. So I gave her the benefit of the doubt and have done my best to train her that the chickens are not hers. She gets sprayed with the hose every time she paces the coop, trying to get in. I have held chickens and called her near to smell. Anytime she has been the least bit aggressive I have smacked her bottom and told her no. Last week somehow the coop door was left open. I went out and started looking. I expected the worse; dead chickens everywhere. But from what I could tell all were in the coop, sleeping in the sun. My pugs were on the porch sleeping as well. So I called the dachshund. She did not come, but I spotted her in the corner of the yard with a chicken, a cockrel, dead. She was not eating it but had torn it up. Because it was a cock and not a hen I vowed to be even stricter with her. I hit her multiple times with the dead chicken, I spanked her, I was so mad at her. She slinked the rest of the day and tried to earn my forgiveness.
So tonight I put my children to bed and went down stairs in the basement to watch TV before going to bed. My daughter comes down with a baby chin, born today, bleeding in her hands. She tells me the dachshund was looking into the cage, a baby got too close, she bit it and pulled it through the bars. My daughter saw her run down the hall and she chased her. She dropped the baby. The baby girl was still twitching but dying.
I don't know what to do here. I do not want a dog that kills other animals living in our home. But I love her so much. She is so soft, snuggly, loyal and good with my kids. I am crying for that lost baby chin who died on her first day of life, I am crying for my daughter who had to witness it but has more strength then I to bear it, I am crying for the parents who morn and hurt over their lost daughter.
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