A few nights ago, a stray dog came to our back deck. He was not like all the the other strays after our chickens. For one, he was sooooo skinny. It looked like he was starving. He was also friendly, but did not respond to mom or dad, only to the kids. mom and dad put food out for him, but he did not eat. In the morning, he was still there. Dad put a leash on him, and found that he was leash trained! He must have been on the road for a while, he was so skinny. Dad led him to the old dog pen that used to house Sara in the in the summer. He stayed there for a day, and we decided to call him Ranger. He got his appetite back, so he must have been only tired. The day after that, we found that he was an escape. He JUMPED over the fence! Dad tied him up with Sara's old leash.
The next day it happened
. Ranger jumped the fence, ran away, and my favorite chicken, little girl, was gone. As for Ranger, Sara's leash was untied, the collar was empty, and Ranger was nowhere to be found. I don't think Little girl was killed by ranger, her body was gone, and dogs don't normally take chicken bodies, but he was starving, although we gave him plenty of dog food.
Little girl was the last of my polishes, we had put down rooster the day Ranger appeared. William keeps making me feel worse by saying "Forget the chicken, think of Ranger!" Every night after little girl died, I keep dreaming about her, that she is still alive...
The next day it happened
Little girl was the last of my polishes, we had put down rooster the day Ranger appeared. William keeps making me feel worse by saying "Forget the chicken, think of Ranger!" Every night after little girl died, I keep dreaming about her, that she is still alive...
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