...but not before it took one last victim.
A couple weeks ago, we mentioned that some creature tore apart our rabbit tractor and ate both of our rabbits. We wondered at what sort of animal could possibly rip apart wood and metal to get at the animals inside. The dog tracks near the tractor made us suspect it was a dog, but we were not certain. Until today.
This afternoon as we were walking around after lunch, Michelle looked up the hill and noticed the tan-colored back of an animal right where our white goat was standing just an hour before. The creature was hunched over and didn't take any notice of us. I knew what it was because I had seen it before: a dog that has come on our land before. The first time I saw it, I chased it (and its companion) away because they were circling our goats. This time, it was doing more than just terrorizing our goat...
Coming from the city, we were used to calling animal control for an out-of-control animal. However, after arriving on our land, we saw a large dog on our land one morning and we called the county sheriff to ask what we were in the right to do. He said, "You gotta protect what's yours. If you gotta shoot it, just don't tell nobody."
Fast forward back to today.
I have learned a lot since coming from the city, and there is a different way of life out here in the country. You gotta protect what's yours. Sadly, I was too late to protect our goat. But at least I can rest assured that that dog will not be taking any more life from our (or anyone else's) farm.
