So, yesterday while going do to let the chickens out of their coop, I noticed a little Dachshund running up the drive. I caught her and noticed she was bleeding from the mouth and was very elderly. I couldn't just leave her out in the heat so I took her in. Fast forward to this afternoon. I took her out to go potty and asked my dad if he could watch her for a minute while I ran inside. He grumbled something along the lines of "I'm not watching it I'm doing other things," but I figured he would actually keep an eye on things. I was wrong. I start to her chickens scream, so I rush outside and find silkie feathers EVERYWHERE, even in the dog's mouth. At first I though she had one of my one month olds, but thankfully they were just feathers. My poor broody hen, Pepper, was the victim. All of her chest and belly feathers are gone, as well as a spot on her back. Thankfully, her skin wasn't broken. Oh, by the way, I put the dog in the house to assess the damage and she pooped everywhere. She is house broken, because we take her out to go. I think it was the excitement of almost killing my Pepper that moved things along. I am not happy. I took her in out of the kindness of my heart. I guess I'm just used to my dogs not caring.