Once a chicken killer, always a chicken killer. Not always true...
A SAD STORY
I have 2 dogs a 14 year old shiba inu mix and a 15 year old hound lab mix. 5 years ago I got my very first chickens. A mixed flock of RIR, BR and a ugly skittish little EE Runt, my least favorite. I knew my dogs where not chicken friendly. They have killed, opossums, rats and even suspected of killing the neighbors cat. Back then we just kept the dogs and chickens separate. One night when the chickens were about 12 weeks I was inside making dinner when my husband came home from work. We were talking for about 10 min when it hit me. "Where are the dogs?" he said he had let them out when he got home. My heart sank the chickens were still out free ranging. Outside is something I would never forget... body after body, bloody and mangled. I remember calling out each one by name as I found them dead on the ground. There was five one was missing, Runt. I figured that she had been killed too but it was getting dark so we called off she search. After about an hour of crying in the house and after my husband thankfully picked up the bodies I went outside just hoping to find Runt and there she was in the coop, horrified but unharmed. I have never hugged or held a chicken for so long before that night or since.
THE TRAINING
We soon got more chickens and decided instead of just keeping them apart we would teach the dog to leave them alone. We did this by making the chickens dominate. Started off letting the chickens roam free while the dogs where in the back yard where they could watch us interact with the chickens. We would also have the dogs lay down and submit to them. Started off having them on a leash walking around with the chickens giving them a quick tug and "NO" when they showed any interest in the birds. We started having off leash trials closely supervised. Again when they showed any interest, even just to shiff we would tap them and tell them no. Eventually they got better and better still an occasional snap or charge that had to be corrected. Eventually they got to the point where supervision was low to none. Keep in mind it took a while, almost a year before I completely trusted them and let me tell you there was a lot of me watching from the window just to make sure.
THE LONE SURVIVOR
Runt the one who lived. The chick that was my least favorite because she was so skittish and unfriendly. Well she went on the become the leader of the new flock. Also became the most friendly, gentel, and sweetest little hen. Unfortunately we had to move and give the chickens up. Runt was and always will be my favorite little chicken.
OUR DOGS AND CHICKENS TODAY
We have chickens once again and I am happy to report all is well. There was a few heavy sniffs and interested looks but after a couple taps and no's they remembered, the chickens are part of the pack. I completely trust them now. The chickens and dogs are outside together by themselves all the time. In fact I went out side when the chicks were about 3 weeks and my 4 year old daughter was putting them on the back of one of the dogs as she just layed there ignoring the chicks but enjoying the sun. (Was going to take a pic but the batt. in the camera died) Also my dogs do protect the flock. Just last week the babies, ages 7-9 weeks where pecking in the grass I heard a crow. I went outside to see and the dogs fallowed. Shure enough there was a crow harassing the babies. The dogs charged and even though the chicks where scurrying everywhere they let them be and went right for the crow scaring it off.
BTW We got the dogs to like cats too.