…well, at least we think so! We think we know what got our California White the other day! (Read about it here.)
Last evening John and I were sitting out in the yard enjoying the evening, watching the girls free range in the yard. All of a sudden there was a racket – and two of the chicks came flying past us at break-neck speed… being hotly pursued by the three neighbor dogs from two houses down.
We quickly stepped in the way of the dogs – got our dog to heel and stay (she’s such a smart, good, obedient dog!) – and aggressively confronted them and told them to go home, clapping and shouting all the way! We basically got them to back up – barking, snarling, nipping at us all the way – until they finally turned tail and ran home.
One of them looked just like this:
A Pitt Bull!
The second one looked more like this:
A Bull Terrier
The third, maybe a mixture of the two. The Pitt Bull being the most aggressive of the three.
We got back to our own yard, were feeling uneasy, and decided to walk up the driveway a bit to make sure they were staying put in their own yard.
We used our same prior tactics, but since we were closer to their home turf, backed them up to there. It was then that the new neighbor (whom we had yet to meet) came out. She basically told us that they got out fairly easily. She didn’t seem particularly concerned about it. She did tell us that the Pitt was not her own – but was living with her for the time being, and had been reported to the Humane Society for his aggression.
I told her we’d had a chicken killed in our yard this week. She said, “Oh.”
I guess what bothers me the most is the fact that they have a beautiful fenced front yard – easily appropriate to keep these three dogs in. Her completely casual attitude about the whole thing didn’t help, either.
She didn’t seem to mind at all, either, that the Pitt continued to act quite aggressively toward me. I turned around for a moment to stabilize my footing – I was further from home on uneven ground than I should have been without a cane, and in a walking cast – and he came quite close to nipping my calf.
So – she put the dogs away. We walked home. And we started planning.
We’re going to have to fence.
We really can’t afford it. But we’re going to have to.
Who wants to fence a rental?! Not us. But – is there any choice left?
No, there’s not.
So – poor girls! They’re going to have to stay in the run until we can get the at least even a temporary fenced area in the yard. Poor John – he has so much on his plate already!
(One of the babies thinking, “What are you talking about Willis?!” at the thought of not free ranging at will!)
But I’m so thankful to have such a wonderful husband – who stays calm. Who reacts appropriately. Who is so smart and within minutes has already got the preliminary engineering going on in his head. What a blessed woman am I!