I reached a breaking point and shot the fucker in my backyard a while back. Pumped "Beaver" full of 4 turkey loads out of my 870 Wingmaster while my neighbor was at work. Out of spite, I deliberately clipped him in the ass, then released three to dome lid and nearly took off his head. I dragged him across the property and dumped him in a ravine. The coyotes took care of him overnight - there was nothing left. I heard it too. Must have been a pack of 8-12 squealing and yelping and making the most unusual sounds - all night. Sounded like an Omega Psi Phi party the day welfare checks arrive.
I never told my neighbor I had issues with his dog. He's a nice enough guy and I didn't want to tarnish our relationship (Primarily because he house sits for me, tills my huge garden every year, fixed my furnace when it went out at -20 last winter, loans me money, and often drops by with a cup a coffee to shoot the shit) Why ruin a good thing with an "issue".
Anyway, If I bitched about it, he would have suspected me. Instead, he came over (no coffee
So lately, I'm finding myself frequently driving by the local humane society and checking out the poor mutts awaiting adoption. I've resisted the urge to enter but.... Come on, they are goin to gas at least 80% of em, right? Why can't I just adopt em, let em loose, then blast em, for sport?
I don't know, if I were a dog, I would rather die like that than in a congregate gas chamber.
What do you guys think?
Oh, here a pic of Beaver right before he wen't to big kennel in the sky:











