... to have neighbours who are too nice?
I have lovely neighbours. There are three of us on one little cul de sac (more in our little neighbourhood, but I don't know them as well); the one family, I depend on their daughters to take care of my animals when I am away, and they are wonderful. The other, she is great. We are, not any of us, in "each other's pockets", but we get along very well, and I wouldn't hesitate to ask either for a favor, and hope they wouldn't of me.
Last year we found out that the one neighbour's dog is a chicken killer - unfortunately we didn't find out till the second chicken. However, that is what dogs do; I understand that. We have had a good understanding since; she, if anything, was at least as upset about the chicken deaths as I was. She has kept her dog confined, or on a line since then. My chickens free range from 11:00 to 5:00, and I know that Jill, the dog, is confined.
Today, somehow, she got out. Either she figured out how to lift the latch, or it wasn't quite closed properly. Anyway, she got out, and another of my chickens was killed. It was raining when we discovered the deed; my DH chased Jill back home while I collected what was left of Penelope, and tried to find the others. No luck finding them, of course, so I called our neighbour's office (lunchtime, of course), and then spent half an hour standing in the rain keeping Jill on her side of the fence, until her owner got home - as fearful for my other chooks as I was for the safety of the dog running free.
So - my little rant - my neighbour gets home, catches Jill, puts her away, and when I get there she bursts into tears, telling me how sorry she is, and doesn't know what she can do to make it better, and then I find myself comforting her, and telling her that its all OK . Well alright, not OK, but understandable.
But what I really want to do is cry at the loss of my Penelope, but I find myself trying to help my neighbour get over the trauma of her chicken killing dog.
The thing is that I understand. I understand that Jill was a rescue dog; I understand that she was abused before; I understand that she was doing what dogs do. And I understand that it was not her fault. Nor my neighbour's fault. It is just what happens. I honor her for taking in dogs (and a couple of cats) that no one else wants; all five of my cats are rescues of one sort or another.
She is talking about having Jill euthanized because she has killed 3 of my chickens, and bitten her new (much smaller) rescue dog. Of course, she is devestated at the idea. And so am I. I hate the thought that my chickens free ranging have provided the impetus for the destruction of a dog who might have been a wonderful family pet without having had a nasty childhood.
I know what the response would be on BYC - SSS; and maybe some of you feel the same way. But I don't. I am crying for the death of my Penelope, and for the possible death of my neighbour's dog: and for her sadness at that death. And also, that I, crying for the death of my chook, found myself trying to comfort my neighbour earlier this afternoon.
It would be a whole lot easier if I didn't like her.
I have lovely neighbours. There are three of us on one little cul de sac (more in our little neighbourhood, but I don't know them as well); the one family, I depend on their daughters to take care of my animals when I am away, and they are wonderful. The other, she is great. We are, not any of us, in "each other's pockets", but we get along very well, and I wouldn't hesitate to ask either for a favor, and hope they wouldn't of me.
Last year we found out that the one neighbour's dog is a chicken killer - unfortunately we didn't find out till the second chicken. However, that is what dogs do; I understand that. We have had a good understanding since; she, if anything, was at least as upset about the chicken deaths as I was. She has kept her dog confined, or on a line since then. My chickens free range from 11:00 to 5:00, and I know that Jill, the dog, is confined.
Today, somehow, she got out. Either she figured out how to lift the latch, or it wasn't quite closed properly. Anyway, she got out, and another of my chickens was killed. It was raining when we discovered the deed; my DH chased Jill back home while I collected what was left of Penelope, and tried to find the others. No luck finding them, of course, so I called our neighbour's office (lunchtime, of course), and then spent half an hour standing in the rain keeping Jill on her side of the fence, until her owner got home - as fearful for my other chooks as I was for the safety of the dog running free.
So - my little rant - my neighbour gets home, catches Jill, puts her away, and when I get there she bursts into tears, telling me how sorry she is, and doesn't know what she can do to make it better, and then I find myself comforting her, and telling her that its all OK . Well alright, not OK, but understandable.
But what I really want to do is cry at the loss of my Penelope, but I find myself trying to help my neighbour get over the trauma of her chicken killing dog.
The thing is that I understand. I understand that Jill was a rescue dog; I understand that she was abused before; I understand that she was doing what dogs do. And I understand that it was not her fault. Nor my neighbour's fault. It is just what happens. I honor her for taking in dogs (and a couple of cats) that no one else wants; all five of my cats are rescues of one sort or another.
She is talking about having Jill euthanized because she has killed 3 of my chickens, and bitten her new (much smaller) rescue dog. Of course, she is devestated at the idea. And so am I. I hate the thought that my chickens free ranging have provided the impetus for the destruction of a dog who might have been a wonderful family pet without having had a nasty childhood.
I know what the response would be on BYC - SSS; and maybe some of you feel the same way. But I don't. I am crying for the death of my Penelope, and for the possible death of my neighbour's dog: and for her sadness at that death. And also, that I, crying for the death of my chook, found myself trying to comfort my neighbour earlier this afternoon.
It would be a whole lot easier if I didn't like her.