MyBabyHens
Chirping
- May 18, 2025
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Very po'ed right now.
This story might be long, there's quite a lot to explain.
A few notes before I start.
I have 5 dogs. 1 inside dog and 4 outside dogs. Porky is our main character here
We live in the forested mountains of tennessee, we have a close-ish neighbor which know porky very well. Since he was a puppy
Porky is in general well known by our surroundings, as he tends to explore a lot.
Porky is not at all aggressive, and doesn't bite
I was enjoying my morning watching church with coffee and my inside dog, Stella. Stella randomly perked her ears to a gunshot-- which i tend to hear around here, a lot of snakes and gun-practice around properties.-- that I figured was from next door. I notice that stella is getting overwhelmed and is running around the house, circling the doors. Stella is sometimes anxious, but i figured I'd go out to see Porky.
Porky wasn't there
I called for his name frantically-- as my neighbors have previously shot at one of my dogs, thankfully missing, because he claimed her, Sophie, to be aggressively running after him [which she never does..] she's too mucha scaredy cat to go within 10 feet of anyone but us-- and he still wasn't coming. at this moment is when i'm starting to panic. I hear another gunshot and run inside to call for my father,
By time i came back, Sophie was cantering back up to our property, Shylo, savoy.. No porky
I checked my dogs and ran inside to call my neighbors. Couldn't find my phone so i went back outside and porky was laying, crying, panting, on the porch.
His leg was shot, muscle, meat, skin gone and nearly shattered bone in his back leg where the bullet sliced. me and my father cried over porky for a half hour before my father went down to our neighbors properties and yelled " JAKE ! did you shoot my dog ? "
-- in which Jake, the one who shot porky, replied " That was porky ?! " Which is hard to believe since Jake has known porky since he was a puppy, and could have easily deciphered that it was him.. anyway..
" yeah it was porky ! You wanna shoot something? Then come finish the job ! '' is what my Father said last and came back. My Father grabbed his pistol, because we didn't think there was anything we could do for him, and said our last goodbyes until Jake and his mother showed up. As always, jake had a gun slung over his shoulder, and was constantly apologizing in ways that sounded the most insincere. His mother was mostly quiet, and only started speaking when my Father picked up the pistol and ordered my brother to start digging a grave. she basically explained that we could wrap it and he would be fine.. anyway.. so my father grabbed his medic-kit and wrapped the screaming-crying porky's' leg-- or tried-- but it wasn't working. My mother came out and ordered Jake and his mother go back to their property. They did around 5 minutes later.
We took porky to the garage , fed him and watered him. He was bleeding out but we couldn't take him to the vet until the next day.
That's the most im going forward at the moment other than he did get his stiches but ripped his cone off and tore them out.
We checked the cameras that were closest to the peoples property, but were unable to see anything that happened. We only heard porkies faint bark-- which he couldn't even finish before he was shot-- so something was likely already going on before porky barked.
Also wondering if anything can be done about a big open wound..
This story might be long, there's quite a lot to explain.
A few notes before I start.
I have 5 dogs. 1 inside dog and 4 outside dogs. Porky is our main character here
We live in the forested mountains of tennessee, we have a close-ish neighbor which know porky very well. Since he was a puppy
Porky is in general well known by our surroundings, as he tends to explore a lot.
Porky is not at all aggressive, and doesn't bite
I was enjoying my morning watching church with coffee and my inside dog, Stella. Stella randomly perked her ears to a gunshot-- which i tend to hear around here, a lot of snakes and gun-practice around properties.-- that I figured was from next door. I notice that stella is getting overwhelmed and is running around the house, circling the doors. Stella is sometimes anxious, but i figured I'd go out to see Porky.
Porky wasn't there
I called for his name frantically-- as my neighbors have previously shot at one of my dogs, thankfully missing, because he claimed her, Sophie, to be aggressively running after him [which she never does..] she's too mucha scaredy cat to go within 10 feet of anyone but us-- and he still wasn't coming. at this moment is when i'm starting to panic. I hear another gunshot and run inside to call for my father,
By time i came back, Sophie was cantering back up to our property, Shylo, savoy.. No porky
I checked my dogs and ran inside to call my neighbors. Couldn't find my phone so i went back outside and porky was laying, crying, panting, on the porch.
His leg was shot, muscle, meat, skin gone and nearly shattered bone in his back leg where the bullet sliced. me and my father cried over porky for a half hour before my father went down to our neighbors properties and yelled " JAKE ! did you shoot my dog ? "
-- in which Jake, the one who shot porky, replied " That was porky ?! " Which is hard to believe since Jake has known porky since he was a puppy, and could have easily deciphered that it was him.. anyway..
" yeah it was porky ! You wanna shoot something? Then come finish the job ! '' is what my Father said last and came back. My Father grabbed his pistol, because we didn't think there was anything we could do for him, and said our last goodbyes until Jake and his mother showed up. As always, jake had a gun slung over his shoulder, and was constantly apologizing in ways that sounded the most insincere. His mother was mostly quiet, and only started speaking when my Father picked up the pistol and ordered my brother to start digging a grave. she basically explained that we could wrap it and he would be fine.. anyway.. so my father grabbed his medic-kit and wrapped the screaming-crying porky's' leg-- or tried-- but it wasn't working. My mother came out and ordered Jake and his mother go back to their property. They did around 5 minutes later.
We took porky to the garage , fed him and watered him. He was bleeding out but we couldn't take him to the vet until the next day.
That's the most im going forward at the moment other than he did get his stiches but ripped his cone off and tore them out.
We checked the cameras that were closest to the peoples property, but were unable to see anything that happened. We only heard porkies faint bark-- which he couldn't even finish before he was shot-- so something was likely already going on before porky barked.
Also wondering if anything can be done about a big open wound..
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