Oh, man. Panicked call from my neighbor - “Emergency, we need you down here right now! Their Anatolian shepherd got loose and attacked one of their old dogs and killed a couple sheep." She said she was sick and couldn’t help her husband. (She’s about 30 and I’m a 59 year old woman.)
So I drive down and go into the field. The bad dog is attacking the old dog, while dad and son are trying to untangle the dead sheep from the electric net fence. I grab the bad dog by the hind end and drag her off the other dog, yelling for them to get a rope. The dog wrestles loose (she weighs about 130 lbs) and goes back to attack the old beagle mix. I grab her again and pull her off and half lay on her to keep her down while they try to find a rope. Finally they get a line on her and I hold her while they find a place to put her. Now my asthma’s acting up because I was breathless and cold.
What got me is they were out dealing with the dead sheep while the attacker was still loose attacking the other dog. Priorities. I think they were afraid of being bit, but the dog never raised a lip to me. They ended up shooting her. They got her as a puppy when their old Great Pyrenees was aging, but she’s been unreliable with livestock and other dogs her whole life.
It turns out, there was one dead sheep, the dog didn’t kill it, it got caught up in hotwire mesh fencing and either strangled or broke it’s neck, but in doing so let the Anatolian out of her confined area.
Life in the country - a laugh a minute.
StG