Yesterday we locked our rescue dog, Patchy, on her chain (a wire run) and went to the grocery store for less than 1 hour. It was the 3rd time we’d chained her up in the 2 weeks since we brought her home, each time less than 1 hour. Each time hoping she would get used to being confined. Each time coming home to find her having escaped in a different way. She also managed to get out of our fenced property (you don’t really fence 18 acres in a true dog-proof fence) several times, 3 times right in front of us. She just hasn’t made progress on becoming a farm dog.
That was a problem but something we were willing to work on. Maybe in a few months she would have stopped escaping or would have come straight home when we shouted for her. Maybe. But yesterday things changed.
Yesterday when we got home from the grocery store, Patchy was in the chicken run with 3 dead chickens. It was a horror beyond belief. Frank and I loved those 3 sweet girls. We buried them and talked about it and slept on it and this morning we took Patchy back to the animal shelter. She just isn’t right for this land. Everyone in this area has chickens – I’d never forgive myself if she killed other people’s dear animals.
The animal shelter said she’d be easily re-homed. I hope so. I wish her the best. She is a sweet dog, just unruly and a killer. She would suit a suburban home with a sturdy back fence and a dog or some kids to romp with. I gave the shelter all the information about her strengths and weaknesses and they remained confident in her being adopted. They gave me her impounding number and told me to phone at any time to see how she’s doing. They are nice people and she was relaxed and interested in the dog in the next kennel when we walked away. She didn’t look sad or distressed at all. Maybe she knows we weren’t a good fit.
The chickens get no such second chance. They are gone. Both Frank and I are traumatised and don’t have the heart to get more chooks, at least not for the foreseeable future. Our lives are less full due to the lack of Bronwyn, Isabel and Rosie. They had their faults, were naughty and free-spirits, but they were adorable, affectionate pets and we loved them. May they rest in peace.
Yesterday morning we had a dog, a cat and 3 chickens. This morning we have 1 cat. What a sad, sad change.
I’m going to stop blogging now. Maybe forever. The truth is that this blog started out small, helping me learn about my own garden. It grew into so much more and introduced me to so many great fellow bloggers when I got those dear chickens. I just don’t have it in me to continue.
If I change my mind, I’ll just start up. Until then, I wish you all the best and I’ll keep watching you.