There Are Days...
Somedays I wish life would just go back to normal. A time where all I had to worry about was going to work and feeding my dogs. Now there are so many extra chores, worries, and overall stress. I spend days just trying to get through.
I've started to resent living on a small hobby farm. The constant battle with neighboring rogue dogs has become quite the hassle. As it turns out, sometimes you just have to put them down. It was just Taylor and me yesterday when all heck broke out. I was surrounded by a pack of dogs with my toddler. One got into the pen with my goats, five whom are heavily pregnant. I didn't have anywhere safe to put Taylor so I had to make the split decision to shoot the dog to save my goats. If I would have been in there by myself I probably could have caught it and tried to figure out whose dog it was. With no collar I assumed it was a stray. Poor thing was emaciated and it looked pitiful. I must have only grazed it, because it screamed and was still able to leap over the fence. No animal deserves to suffer and I couldn't go off in the woods looking for it with a toddler in tow. The sights must be off, because I'm normally a decent shot.
I called it in to dispatch for documentation. My goats come first and I have the right to defend my livestock. The deputy who came to the house said pretty much the same thing. I think I will be reconsidering owning goats in the near future. My husband will probably talk me out of it though. It's been a fight to keep them alive since day one from dogs. I will be considering rehoming them and then again I might change my mind.
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