Well, my wife calls me today bawling her head off saying our beloved dog, Zoe, killed one of our lovely young Ameraucana chickens, Eleanor. We've been trying to train Zoe to leave them alone, but she's got a strong prey drive. She does well when we're present, but my wife let her out to pee on her own, and horrible screaming sounds soon resonated from under our deck. My wife was sick with despair, feeling it was her fault for not watching Zoe. She could see Eleanor's lifeless body under the deck, but couldn't get to her easily. What's even worse, we only raised two chicks and they are inseperable, so Maude is peep-crying and searching for her sister. Oh god, what am I going to do now? I head home to try to figure something out and just before I arrive, my wife calls back screaming, "SHE'S ALIVE! Eleanor's alive! I just looked in the coop, and there are 2 chickens!" Apparently, Eleanor had been playing dead for 10 minutes (or passed out from shock). I guess she eventually came to and high-tailed it to the coop. While a bit more wary now, she doesn't appear injured. Afterwards, my wife said, "And I didn't even think I liked them." Hehe. I will certainly be fast tracking a more aggressive training policy. MY CHICKENS! PAWS OFF!