So sorry you’re all upset that multiple posters did not read all the way through the thread before replying to your post.
It is admirable that you always accompany your dogs outside in your rural Appalachian setting and that you have a high fence around your yard in rural Appalachia. It is also wonderful that you are always carrying a weapon to protect yourself from cops and wild beasts.
Your posts remind me of a little old lady who used to take me home with her “in the country” so that I could experience livin’ in the sticks. She had a catfish pond, and I would go out fishing by myself though accompanied by the lady’s dogs. One of the saddest things I remember from my childhood is learning that this lady’s beautiful German Shepherd named Smokey was killed by a hunter/neighbor/cop/somebody.
Your posts also remind me of hubby’s grandma. Her dogs also roamed their property freely. None were ever shot, and if they had been, Grandma would have found a way to put a bullet through the perp. (not that I know of her ever shooting anyone, but no one crossed her.) She was from Appalachia though she lived most of her adult life elsewhere. She was a Rocky Top type o woman. lol
Lived here for 10 years with no fence and 6 dogs.
The fence came after hubby built a machine shop out back.
It’s not nice to have somebody’s Harley stolen because you’ve not secured your property/business responsibly.
[it was a happy bonus for the dogs, though]
With the infiltration of liberals seeking “the country life”, dogs roaming free became little more than nostalgia.
[Heaven forfend your dog might pee on their $1000 artfully deformed evergreen topiaries]
My childhood was as you described but “things changed”, thanks to the state laws and liberal intrusions.
As a wonderful bonus, the DNR “returned” all the dangerous damn wildlife my ancestors had wisely exterminated.
I’m not sure if you’re trying to be a clever smart ass about the fence but FYI, we have 3 catfish/bass/bluegill/sunny ponds.
In 50 years, I’ve never heard of anybody shooting somebody else’s dog.
It’s just *not* done.
I do know of an instance where a guy kicked another guy’s Beagle pup in the stomach and it died from internal injuries.
[use your imagination for what happened next]
“Your posts also remind me of hubby’s grandma. Her dogs also roamed their property freely. None were ever shot, and if they had been, Grandma would have found a way to put a bullet through the perp. (not that I know of her ever shooting anyone, but no one crossed her.)”
A woman after my own heart.
“She was from Appalachia though she lived most of her adult life elsewhere.”
Got 300 years worth of kin here, was born here, will die here...possibly sooner and bloodier than I’d prefer.
So be it.
:)