We had seen an unfamiliar dog around out in the field a few times, figured the neighbors got a dog. I had been wary of it, only seen it a couple of times, but kept an eye out for it. So today it was IN my yard. I went out there, and got ahold of it - it's a big gangly, goofy pup, like part GSD, and all legs and tongue. And it honestly never gave my chickens a second look, but was very playful and all over us. So I called down the road and asked if it was theirs and she said that yes, the grandkids wanted them to keep it around, and she would send her husband down to get him. Herman comes down with the truck, gets out and I'm smiling and greeting him and he comes out with a stick, and by stick I mean like the handle of a small hoe...and I was horrified and said, "Herman you are not going to hit that dog!"...and he said yes I am...and oh yes he did. My son's girlfriend was out in the yard with me, we had just been sitting there with the dog waiting for him to come and get him, and she ran in the house. I never would have called him if I thought he would come down here with a stick and BEAT the poor thing. OMG I am still horrified. He thinks that will make the dog want to stay home. I certainly wouldn't want to stay anywhere with someone who beat me with a hoe handle. Good God, what's wrong with people?