Sometimes I fall in love with one of my animals more so than other animals. Something about their personality or the fact that they love me makes me love them extra lots. But on a farm animals come and go. I've learned not to get attached to my cats, because coyotes will eat them. Even then, I have lost some cats that I really liked. It's losing a dog that I have more trouble getting over. And I lost one.
Yesterday the neighbors came by to tell me that they had shot and killed one of my dogs and wounded the other. They said that my dogs had killed one of their calves -" torn him all up." They said they killed the "pit bull" and the big black dog was "hit." In my mind I was thinking, "Juba was not a pit bull; he was a Dane, and he was a puppy." My mind went into overtime - my dogs are not vicious - dogs often get blamed for some other animals kill - What the Hell! I didn't say anything to the neighbors - what could I say? The neighbors asked me to let them know if my black dog showed up. I said,"sure," but in my mind I said, "Hell No."
I went to look for Max. He came home with his paw shot. My vet came by and bandaged him up, and he will be okay. But I cried all day over Juba. When Toby got home, he went to the neighbors to pay for their calf. In my book, they killed my dog - we were even. But Toby has a different, probably better, view of things. It turns out that their calf was not dead, but Juba was. Toby brought him home.
In the country, you can't have a dogs that chase or kill the neighbor's animals. Of course, you could have a neighbors who chased off your dogs or something and gave you warning. Last night I was thinking it would be best not to have neighbors at all. Bottom line is that my dogs were on the neighbor's property and they shot the dogs. It is going to take some time for my heart to heal and to be okay with this. In my head I can be sort of understanding. In my heart I cry for my big puppy.