OG! To remember exactly what happened…..We arrived at work, where Charlie has been coming every workday for nearly for the last 5 months. We had reached the stage where….I told him to stay..I opened the boot of the car..he stayed.. I made sure there were no little animals around, then took the lead off and called him to come with me. We went straight out to the fields, away from buildings, people, chooks and into 20 plus acres of fields down to set aside & cover, where the two dogs could run and sniff & play to their hearts content. Until the other day….as we arrived in the car..Charlie saw a chicken….I opened the boot as normal, sensing he was very alert & watching the chicken, I grabbed the lead as he jumped out… I kept him on the lead until we were about 1/3 of a mile away from the car and I felt his attention had shifted… I asked him to sit… I let him off..he turned around & went straight for the chicken.
He couldn’t see it from where we were, and he chased that chicken, straight past another chicken, until he caught it. From now on, it all becomes a little emotional.
I’m shouting at him to leave, drop, no! and anything else I can think of, Kate, a friend, who’s chickens they are, is at the hospital with a new born who is being operated on, so her parents are there, they come out shouting & screaming & being aggresive to my other dog Benji, who is just watching in shock. I shout at them to leave him alone, they’re shouting at me that Charlie is a vicious brute, I’m smacking Charlie, trying to get him to leave the chicken…..Get the picture???
It’s chaos :order: I’m crying, they’re shouting & telling me to replace the chicken before the children get home, I’m still trying to get the chicken, Benji doesn’t know what to do (and I’m very protective of Benji, but that’s another story). I get to my office, with Charlie and what I assume is a dead chicken, get someone to help me prise his jaws open, and out hops the chicken, who runs off!
I cried even more :surprise: :surprise: With relief and anger and sadness, and I’m very hormonal at the moment which doesn’t help :'(
After all this, the outcome is that every morning Charlie is looking for that chicken, so he’s on lead walking at the mo. He goes off on the last walk, coz I make sure the chooks have gone to bed.
I love him to bits, but he’s so changeable. Tonight he growled at my husband when Chris went to pet him, but I think he may be a little of colour. He bit him several times when he first came here, but they have been getting on O.K. for a while. He’s too dependent on me, I think :confused: He, Charlie still lay on my husbands lap for a snooze this evening :confused: