Why a man would want to shoot a dog, or WORSE.
I haven't shot a dog. I have cut their heads off, or sawed their skull open, and removed their brains to send to the animal disease diagnostic lab, but I have never actually killed a dog...except once..a black dog on a new black top road in the black of night. The owner cried, I cried, it was a mess. The dog was old, and appreciated the heat the road puts out at night. For some reason that made it sadder to me. The dog just wanted a heating pad.
My neighbor wants threatening dogs to roam freely so their house is protected. I was once bitten by their pit bull right in front of them while chatting* with them, on my property. That dog eventually disappeared, perhaps they got rid of it.
They then bought a Rottweiler: One day, that Rott would not let me leave my own house to go to the store. Not only would he not let me leave the porch, you could tell he was calculating how to get to me before I could get back into the house. I yelled "go on" several times, and he just stared and growled. I went into the house and got a few firecrackers, lit them and threw them. His response was unbelievable to me..the only thing that happened is his coat jerked a bit, but he stood there and growled in exactly the same place. I suffered a lost time episode next that ended with the dog running and me on the fourth shot with my pistol. It was not really lost time (but I was furious) and I deliberately did not shoot the dog, but the dirt flying up at him convinced him that real missiles were hitting near him.
I went to the store, and when I returned the Sherriff's deputy was there. The dog owners called the sherriff to report me. A long conversation happened, here are the highlights:
"It is unlawful to fire a gun within 100 yards of a house in this county, even your own house. You would be better off shooting the owner than the dog, since people like dogs better than they like people. If you shoot that dog, you better be bleeding, or your sentence for dog murder will be longer than for people murder."
About a month later, the same deputy is back...to caution me about firing my weapon again. I told him I had not fired a weapon EVER on the property but the one incident. He said "you did it last time, so why should I believe you?" I replied "because I admitted it last time and am denying it this time."
It was dove season, so the neighbors reported the shots as being from me. The deputy heard the shooting while there, and was convinced it was the hunters not me. He was about to leave, and I asked him to stick around. I wanted to put him in my situation, since he did not do one darn thing to protect my rights...so he went to the border with me. The neighbors saw us coming, and opened the door to come out, but immediately their dogs busted out and circled us threatening to attack us both:
"Your dogs are threatening me and the deputy.Your dogs have bitten me on my own property before, and they are threatening me now, and you may think reporting false allegations to the sheriff is appropriate.." (interrupted.)
They yelled "don't shoot my dogs!" And I turned and saw the deputy had his gun in his hand, trying his best get a bead on the circling dogs. I shouted at him "put that gun away...is it unlawful to fire a gun within 100 yards of a house in this county. You will serve more time for shooting the dogs than the owners, so you better put your gun back in that holster! You better be bleeding before you shoot those dogs!
He got all angry and told me that what he does with his gun is his business, not mine. I replied that I understood perfectly, and that is exactly how I felt when he visited last time and told me that I better be bleeding before shooting a dog. But when I calmed down, I decided he was doing me a favor, and when he calms down, he will decide the same.
The dogs were put up, and a three way pow-wow commenced.
The neighbors had lots of concerns about the deputy suggesting that shooting them was safer for me than shooting the dogs!
I had lots of concerns about being tortured day in and day out by a pack of dogs. I also brought up concerns about why the deputy was targeting the dogs instead of the neighbors, contrary to the advice he gave me!
The deputy had lots of concerns about why I think he is not above the law, and why I thought that not all lawful orders had to come from lawmen, and why I thought he could not do anything he likes on my property regardless of the law.
It was fun! And enlightening! It was a mess! I made enemies and failed to influence people.
Then a few months later:
I was trimming a huge boxwood so large that it obscured my view of the neighbor's house. I heard the sound of a horse galloping up and a loud piercing scream. I stepped sideways so I could see around the bush, and the Rott was coming right at me at full speed. I yelled like a banshee and as soon as he saw me, he slammed on the brakes and actually made skidmarks in my yard trying to stop and yelped like a pup as I was coming down with my trimmers to crush his skull. I missed him by ~six inches, and he ran into my smaller bushes with me behind...another lost time white-hot blur where this time I was in the bushes like a rabbit trying to dismember the Rott with hedge trimmers, but he was always just out of reach. Juuuust out of reach.
Another piercing scream brought me to my senses, so I let the Rott escape to investigate the scream.
There was a be---utiful jogger in my yard. She said that the first scream was when the Rott was charging HER, not me, and the Rott didn't even know I was behind the bush. She came into the yard to thank me for saving her life by intervening (for once) with MY dogs. The second scream was when she saw me trying to butcher the Rott. She didn't want to see that.
She told me that everyone pretty much hates me and talks about me in the community because my dogs threaten them all the time, and I won't lift a finger to stop them. She was shocked when she found out the truth...that I own no dogs at all, and that the dogs belong to the neighbor. She said those neighbors have been talking me down because I asked them to stop parking on my property (blocking my circle drive), and when the topic of the dogs is brought up the neighbors say they are MINE. She promised that she would make sure the entire community knew the true story.
I never saw the Rott again that I recall. Maybe he broke camp and left after I terrorized him, or maybe the neighbors bar-b-qued him.
They got a boxer to harrass me now. If I go out into the yard, their dogs bark at me constantly, circle me and try to sneak up on me. I endure it until they get tired...since they cannot kill me outright like the others. But I do have to resist the urge to strangle them with my bare hands. There is no way I can do that without getting bitten at least once, so it is all legal, fair and square, and remains an option for when I have had quite enough. I have heard of stray dogs, stray bullets, but never a stray strangling.