One of the dogs we rescued was a "cuddle loving" pit bull; he was a sweetie. He was not in great shape but was not near death like the others. It always broke my heart to see any of these little guys die from neglect; which most do.
The area where we lived was a common dumping ground - never will understand why some people are so cruel. We only rescued one kitty; I guess they also get killed by either the feral dog packs or the coyotes. As for rats & mice, we were in the middle of canebrake rattlesnake country. They were all over the yard, up on the porch, everywhere. They are especially toxic and becoming more so, according to the university herpetologists. Snakes have never bothered me in the least; I like them. Still, one had to watch where one puts one's foot.
Now, I live 20 miles from the nearest incorporated city, back in the woods at the end of a 2 mile long rough private dirt road
Not a big fan of this personally. It's really a cruel practice to poison animals. I even prefer the quick kill for even mice. Just don't see any sense in making anything suffer longer than necessary.That wouldn't be Copperhead Road, would it?
I know a guy that took a pack of weenies and injected them with prestone antifreeze and tossed them over the fence. A few days later he found the offending mutts puffed up in his hay meadow.
Not a big fan of this personally. It's really a cruel practice to poison animals. I even prefer the quick kill for even mice. Just don't see any sense in making anything suffer longer than necessary.
Only thing I don't mind poisoning is insects and weeds lol.
I’m not advocating it so don’t judge me. My acquaintance raised chicken. Once a dog kills a chicken he can’t stop. It must be like meth to a dog’s brain. He lost a lot of chickens before he took the action he did. He worked hard and didn’t have much, including time to waste hunting wild dogs
I’m not advocating it so don’t judge me.
That wouldn't be Copperhead Road, would it?
I know a guy that took a pack of weenies and injected them with prestone antifreeze and tossed them over the fence. A few days later he found the offending mutts puffed up in his hay meadow.
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Any suggestions on how to take care of this?
Dogs don't have to be totally wild and feral to be dangerous and destructive.
I passed the time of day with them, and they regarded me as their special friend. They had a pretty good living from scraps, and didn't need my outdated frankfurters, but it was the principle, for being talked to was what they really liked. They were extremely mannerly dogs, taking food gently with no tendency to grab, and if one tried for the other's share, a pointed finger must have tapped in on some unknown body language which inspired shame. I wish my Irish terrier, Lanty Hanlon, had learned that as fast, or been less inclined to pestering.
Conversations can be a waste of time when dealing with those who don't have the mindset to speak about the issue without emotion...Who's right? Me of course. I got the result I wanted. So did the neighbor, but removing someone's pet from the earth doesn't always make for good neighbors.
I've read this entire thread in detail and I'm reminded of an incident when I still lived in Pa. I was in my garage building a dresser and it was hot out so the 16' garage door was open. I was doing a glue up and heard something and turned around and there was something the size of Cujo looking at me. A Rottweiler all sweated up and covered with lather. I just about crapped my pants. I picked up a 2x2 piece of oak that was laying by my saw and he went to full attention. I laid it back down and his ears went back down and the tongue came out.
I didn't know what to do but for some reason when he laid his ears back down and the tongue came out I decided to just go back to what I was doing and watch him out of the corner of my eye. I had no options, my .357 was in the house on the counter. (good place for it right?)
I was praying that day I will tell you. The next thing I know is he ran in the garage and starting checking out my fishing boat. Then he ran between my legs almost knocking me down on the way back out.
I said to him "You just want to play" and he woofed with his front legs apart.
A few seconds later he just moved it up the road. If I would have had my .357 I would have put him down and no court in the land would have contested it from the lather that was all over that dog.
Am I glad I wasn't able to shoot that dog? A week later the owner who had just move to the area and had it run off was called by someone who trapped it in there garage and made friends with it and called the number on the tag. So , yea, I'm glad as to the way it turned out.
Would I shoot the next one that looked like that one, all lathered up and spooky looking? YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT. I always considered myself very lucky that day and won't be caught in that situation again. That dog had Rabies written all over him until his ears went down and the tongue came out, but I won't give the next one that much time because not having my 357 on me won't happen again.
I always figured I got away with that one, next time I won't be so lucky.