So we have had our dog Johnny now for about 3 months, everything is great. Nothing is really known about his past. It's been thought that the 3 pins in his left rear are from being hit by a car. And I agree with this now because he makes hast when crossing the road.
Now since we have had him, I noticed that he has a very,very intense pray drive. I'm talking every squirrel, every chipmunk, every rabbit and anything else that could be considered food he keys up on and will not back off. We will walk, he see it. We keep walking and so does he, but he will not take his eyes off it. And the next day where he saw said food he will look again.
And from time to time, when we are walking I will allow him to tree a squirrel and he will try to climb said tree.
Which leads me to believe he was a feral dog for sometime and fended for himself. And that would also explain the pins in his leg.
So all of this leads me to my funny story.
About 1pm today I got a phone call from the wife. As normal I say hi and the 1st words out of her mouth was "OMG don't be made at me, but I have to tell you something".
My fist thought was, was fuck did he scrap with another dog, did he get loose and take off on her.
So I asked what's wrong, and within that second she starts crying and blithering like a 5 year old.
That while her and Johnny were on their walk this afternoon. That he ate a chipmunk. I instantly bust out laughing. And she tells me "it's not funny". All the while she's crying.
I was asked her what happened. And in short hand they were walking and he was heeling like normal a little behind her, when all of a sudden he darted off in to the bushes a few roads down from our house where the walk started. And once she realized what happened she yanked on his leash and he came out of the bushes with what is presumed to be a chipmunk or a squirrel hanging out of his mouth.
She yelled at him to put it down and used every command that she could think of and nothing happened. So she crabbed said animals tail as it was sticking out of his mouth. And he growled at her. So she backed off. (don't blame her. dude has a set of chompers)
Well it was swallowed and a quick gag and done.
As she is telling me this; I continue to fucking laugh my ass off.
And on point she was like "I knew he always wanted them, but I would have never thought that he would have really ate it."
I in return ask her, " What in the flying fuck did you think he was going to do with said animals? Just fucking play with them? Of course he was going to eat it."
Then she proceeds to tell me that "I will never look at him the same way again. He killed a poor chipmunk."
I told her thousands of times that "he is a dog, he is an animal, they do not have morals and do not think like us humans. They rely on instinct. And that we have thought him to be a feral dog since day one."
She was like what's going to happen? I said I don't fucking know. I had dogs that would bring their pray back to me, but never one that really ate it. Worst case he yaks or gets the shits.
So yea, I dunno I thought it was funny as all hell. And this is her 1st dog ever, and she learned a harsh lesson that you really don't humanize a dog. Because at the end of the day. It's still a dog. They have only been around for a 1000 years and no matter how much you can debate selective breeding you will never take the natural instinct out of them. Well atleast for another 1000 years.
Now since we have had him, I noticed that he has a very,very intense pray drive. I'm talking every squirrel, every chipmunk, every rabbit and anything else that could be considered food he keys up on and will not back off. We will walk, he see it. We keep walking and so does he, but he will not take his eyes off it. And the next day where he saw said food he will look again.
And from time to time, when we are walking I will allow him to tree a squirrel and he will try to climb said tree.
Which leads me to believe he was a feral dog for sometime and fended for himself. And that would also explain the pins in his leg.
So all of this leads me to my funny story.
About 1pm today I got a phone call from the wife. As normal I say hi and the 1st words out of her mouth was "OMG don't be made at me, but I have to tell you something".
My fist thought was, was fuck did he scrap with another dog, did he get loose and take off on her.
So I asked what's wrong, and within that second she starts crying and blithering like a 5 year old.
That while her and Johnny were on their walk this afternoon. That he ate a chipmunk. I instantly bust out laughing. And she tells me "it's not funny". All the while she's crying.
I was asked her what happened. And in short hand they were walking and he was heeling like normal a little behind her, when all of a sudden he darted off in to the bushes a few roads down from our house where the walk started. And once she realized what happened she yanked on his leash and he came out of the bushes with what is presumed to be a chipmunk or a squirrel hanging out of his mouth.
She yelled at him to put it down and used every command that she could think of and nothing happened. So she crabbed said animals tail as it was sticking out of his mouth. And he growled at her. So she backed off. (don't blame her. dude has a set of chompers)
Well it was swallowed and a quick gag and done.
As she is telling me this; I continue to fucking laugh my ass off.
And on point she was like "I knew he always wanted them, but I would have never thought that he would have really ate it."
I in return ask her, " What in the flying fuck did you think he was going to do with said animals? Just fucking play with them? Of course he was going to eat it."
Then she proceeds to tell me that "I will never look at him the same way again. He killed a poor chipmunk."
I told her thousands of times that "he is a dog, he is an animal, they do not have morals and do not think like us humans. They rely on instinct. And that we have thought him to be a feral dog since day one."
She was like what's going to happen? I said I don't fucking know. I had dogs that would bring their pray back to me, but never one that really ate it. Worst case he yaks or gets the shits.
So yea, I dunno I thought it was funny as all hell. And this is her 1st dog ever, and she learned a harsh lesson that you really don't humanize a dog. Because at the end of the day. It's still a dog. They have only been around for a 1000 years and no matter how much you can debate selective breeding you will never take the natural instinct out of them. Well atleast for another 1000 years.