Last night I was at a friend's house (actually the mother of my daughter but that's another story) Her Jack Russel is terrible about escaping the house and running off for hours if he gets half a chance. She obviously worries because there are critters here that can kill him easily (coyotes, alligators, hawks, etc) in addition to the proximatey to the equivalent of your A roads.
Last night my daughter accidentally let him escape and a couple of hours later we heard him barking and growling from under the chicken house. Barbara (my daughter's Mom) thought he was stuck but at one point I saw him push something furry out from under the edge then dissapear back underneath with it still in his mouth. It took several minutes of coaxing to get him to come close enough to the edge that I could grab his prey with an egg retrieving pole; all the while listening to the struggles.
When we finally got him out, we could see he had a possum slighty larger than himself and he was smiling ear to ear. The struggle continued even as the possum remained motionless (the dog seemed to know instinctively that he was "playing possum." Even though I shold have known better I thought he'd killed it just by seeing the wounds and having heard the bones crunching during the struggle so I threw it into the trash to keep the dogs away from it. This morning when I checked on it, it had livened back up and I releases it into the woods where it surprisingly shuffled off into a brush pile to await dark.
Anybody else got JR stories?
Last night my daughter accidentally let him escape and a couple of hours later we heard him barking and growling from under the chicken house. Barbara (my daughter's Mom) thought he was stuck but at one point I saw him push something furry out from under the edge then dissapear back underneath with it still in his mouth. It took several minutes of coaxing to get him to come close enough to the edge that I could grab his prey with an egg retrieving pole; all the while listening to the struggles.
When we finally got him out, we could see he had a possum slighty larger than himself and he was smiling ear to ear. The struggle continued even as the possum remained motionless (the dog seemed to know instinctively that he was "playing possum." Even though I shold have known better I thought he'd killed it just by seeing the wounds and having heard the bones crunching during the struggle so I threw it into the trash to keep the dogs away from it. This morning when I checked on it, it had livened back up and I releases it into the woods where it surprisingly shuffled off into a brush pile to await dark.
Anybody else got JR stories?