My father shot my 3rd grade teacher’s dog early one morning(she lived down the road from us)....it kept raiding our chicken coop....he said he was aiming to scare it, but hit. My teacher understood....funny,I was her teacher’s pet.
The hardest part was explaining it to the kids. (Thankfully the dog survived.)
I came very near to shooting a neighbor’s dog when I was a teen to keep it from killing my cat in my front yard. I never thought I’d be thankful for that experience.
Going after eggs or hens?
Egg-suckin' dogs were a menace to any chicken/egg operation back when I was a yute, and generally got no mercy.