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The neighbour's Chow came onto the property today. More specifically, when I looked out the window, the Cow was running around the chick enclosure, and was busily trying to force his way in. He was almost in by the time Drkn got the .22 down from where it was, (Archway in between living room and kitchen. Crosspiece on top is flat. Is also out of reach for anybody under about 5'5") cleared the door, and missed on purpose with the first shot to try and scare the dog off of the chicks. Dog didn't even twitch.
The next shot hit the dog in the rear body mass, low. The next hit him square in the chest. Dog is now writhing and hightailing it back through/over the fence back onto neighbour's property. Neighbour was close by, comes running to investigate shots and yelping, firearm of his own in hand. Drkn shoulders rifle, as dog is no longer on our property.
Neighbour could have taken dog to vet, according to Drkn. Dog probably would've pulled through. Neighbour instead puts dog down, on the spot. Takes three shots to do so, at fucking point blank fucking range, with much screaming (yes, screaming, and I never want to hear anything like that ever again for as long as I live, ever) from dog. Neigbour is highly upset, highly emotional, angry, and armed. Neighbour is screaming that he better not ever catch our dog. Ever. Drkn returns rifle to house. Drkn reminds neighbour that he told us to shoot the dog if it came onto our property again, after dog killed one of the chickens. Neighbour is screaming that he knows exactly where we got those birds; they didn't cost us anything. Don't know why that mattered. Neighbour repeats that he better not ever catch our dog. Ever.
Nobody at non-emergency number at sherrif's office, will call again tomorrow. Heard several rapid-fire gunshots, but no yelping, about an hour or two ago. Can't find Sadie. Don't think neighbour is a good enough shot to have gotten an instant kill, especially in the dark. Will be looking for her tomorrow, returning her to chain until we can build a Sadie-proof enclosure for her around the chicken house.
Scared. Sadie was supposed to be the family's dog; but she's mine. She comes to me, she hides in my skirts, she looks at me with the look that says she trusts me to keep her safe, no matter what. She curls around my ankles and tries to curl up in my lap when I'm sitting down.
She's my dog, and someone is actively hunting her because he's mad at us, and I can't find her, and it's to dark to go looking right now.
I'm very, very scared right now.
The next shot hit the dog in the rear body mass, low. The next hit him square in the chest. Dog is now writhing and hightailing it back through/over the fence back onto neighbour's property. Neighbour was close by, comes running to investigate shots and yelping, firearm of his own in hand. Drkn shoulders rifle, as dog is no longer on our property.
Neighbour could have taken dog to vet, according to Drkn. Dog probably would've pulled through. Neighbour instead puts dog down, on the spot. Takes three shots to do so, at fucking point blank fucking range, with much screaming (yes, screaming, and I never want to hear anything like that ever again for as long as I live, ever) from dog. Neigbour is highly upset, highly emotional, angry, and armed. Neighbour is screaming that he better not ever catch our dog. Ever. Drkn returns rifle to house. Drkn reminds neighbour that he told us to shoot the dog if it came onto our property again, after dog killed one of the chickens. Neighbour is screaming that he knows exactly where we got those birds; they didn't cost us anything. Don't know why that mattered. Neighbour repeats that he better not ever catch our dog. Ever.
Nobody at non-emergency number at sherrif's office, will call again tomorrow. Heard several rapid-fire gunshots, but no yelping, about an hour or two ago. Can't find Sadie. Don't think neighbour is a good enough shot to have gotten an instant kill, especially in the dark. Will be looking for her tomorrow, returning her to chain until we can build a Sadie-proof enclosure for her around the chicken house.
Scared. Sadie was supposed to be the family's dog; but she's mine. She comes to me, she hides in my skirts, she looks at me with the look that says she trusts me to keep her safe, no matter what. She curls around my ankles and tries to curl up in my lap when I'm sitting down.
She's my dog, and someone is actively hunting her because he's mad at us, and I can't find her, and it's to dark to go looking right now.
I'm very, very scared right now.