brookcove
Posted : 10/20/2006 12:10:36 PM
I had a flock of pedigree lambs destroyed by three pet dogs in one night, just a few minutes of "fun and games". Three of them actually survived that night, only to die slowly and painfully over the course of the next two weeks. I learned three difficult lessons from that experience (these were my first sheep).
- It is somtimes kinder to euthanize quickly, by whatever means available, than to attempt to sustain life. My neighbor offered to shoot the surviving lambs and I refused - I wouldn't refuse that today. Actually I would cut their throats myself.
- Dogs do not "kill" stock in the sense that felids and wolves strangle or sever the spine before consumption. Stock killed by dogs die from shock or blood loss - from having bites ripped from them while they are alive.
- When it comes to getting owners of dogs to take responsibility for their dogs, it's a lost cause. It's up to the livestock owner to protect stock from ravages such as described above. I use electric fences and livestock guardian dogs, and would not hesitate to destroy dogs chasing my stock, instantly. The lab who was the main instigator in the killing spree came back many times subsequently. His owner was not some redneck with old cars in the yard. His family had a 4000 square foot home with a quarter mile concrete driveway and acres of groomed lawn, and not one linear inch of fence. The father was a deacon in the local church but refused for months to take any responsibility for his dog. I always laughed when I got invites to that church. The dog finally got hit by a car.
Now about shooting working dogs that don't "make the grade". We are not talking about culling a show prospect pup that turns out to have wonky structure. We are talking about a dog that may have been intended for a life far different from the typical pet life.
It is tremendously condescending to boil down what some of these dogs are bred for, as "killer instincts." I knew a guy who rounded up feral cattle and hogs for animal controls all over the southeast. It's a big problem. I don't think you'd like to meet a feral boar in rut while out for a nice walk through the woods, with your dog. Ditto a bull or goat buck. And hunting wild pigs serves the purpose of keeping the herds healthy in the absence of large predators (yes, our fault, but we can't exactly bring back panthers to the outskirts of Atlanta).
Hog dogs are bred for a combination of toughness, drive, persistance (think stubbornness), and a sensitivity which leads to a "my way or the highway" attitude that works really well when sizing up and moving tough stock - or keeping the stock from attacking following humans on horses. Hog dogs also have the instinct to "bay up" their stock - a deep, penetrating, and carrying bark - porcines have poor eyesight, especially in brush, and the baying acts as eye does on a sheep - threat without true force, to cut off escape. They can and do run for miles in heavy brush to track game - some of these dogs are descended from bear and big cat hunters and their ability to scale and push through obstacles and keep going at a dead run, is tremendous.
Now, what part of this package would you like in
your backyard? Or worse, your dog-ignorant neighbor's backyard? Your neighborhood?
All right, so your hog hunter or feral stock beater has bred a litter of hopefuls, his next generation. He's matched his best working bitch to another male that matches best what he does (I say "he" for convenience's sake because I don't happen to know any female "beaters"). In two to three years or possibly even longer, he realizes that one of the pups he's kept just isn't making the grade. Perhaps the dog lacks confidence, or doesn't have enough stamina, or lacks some hunting quality. Maybe the stock just doesn't respond to him appropriately and he just can't put his finger on it. What's he to do?
- Rehome the dog as a pet. I think that would be pretty obviously incorrect. Unlike many, many working dogs, there just aren't good pet homes for dogs like this.
- Rehome the dog working another kind of stock - cattle dog or goat dog, for instance. The problem is, stockdog handlers like to get their dogs from breeders who work the same kind of stock as them, or at least close. These dogs are both bred and trained to come on very hard. I'm retraining a cattle dog to work sheep right now and even that is a tough change for the dog. By cattle dog and sheep dog I mean dogs who work those kinds of stock, not the Kennel Club names for breeds.
- Keep the dog. Most of these guys spend all their time on the road. Even if they have a permanent home, any dog left there will spend the rest of its life rotting in a kennel. This happens to a lot of Border collies who don't make the grade and it tears me up to see it. It's no life for a dog bred to go-go-go.
- Euth the dog. Most of the guys I know who are in this, believe it is more moral to take care of this with their own hand. They despise the thought of putting it off on a vet - the hand that brought that pup into the world, or spent all that time in training, should rightly take the dog out. I frankly don't see how a bullet in the brain is any worse than stopping the heart with drugs.
So now the dog is dead, however that happened. The dog neither lives with the misery of constantly being unable to do the job it was bred to do, nor is it terrorizing someone's neighborhood and creating horrific crossbreed puppies, nor is it attermpting to relearn its job and failing and probably dealing with the result of some farmer's frustration (and creating horrific crossbreed puppies). I don't see the problem. We still need these dogs - there would still be herds of feral livestock roaming the Gulf Coast if it weren't for folks like my friend George and his horses and his pack of "killer" dogs.
None of this addresses the ethics of how these dogs might be trained or handled or kept. That's a seperate issue. You can be a kindly person, treat your dogs like family members, and still hold to the principles I've outlined above.
Shoot my dog? I could if I had to - say if my dog were in pain, I lived 100 miles from the nearest vet, and I knew how to do it. I had an old dog who actually belonged to someone else - he let me use him his final years and I kept him on as a pet when he got too old to work. His "dad's" only request was that when the time came he would come back to the farm where he spent the first 11 years of his life. I took him there but I couldn't stay - I knew Steve would want to be alone. I did leave him a little rosemary plant to put over his grave (Greg loved to gnaw the rosemary leaves in my kitchen garden).
Steve never told me about it but his wife did later after Steve himself went on to meet his old dog at the Bridge. Steve carried him to the pine-shaded hill where Greg used to lay and watch the young dogs work, and while Greg lay looking at the sheep, he stood behind him and put a bullet in his head. Can you say that was inhumane? I see a certain amount of dignity in it that seems lacking in a vet's office. Not many vets will drive out to the farm and put your dog to sleep on a breezy hillside with the lambs frisking below and the first smell of early spring in the air.
I'm not saying it's better - just a different way of looking at this.