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.
:)
I admit to being a little bit of a smarty pants about the fence because I can’t think of any of our rural relatives who have fences in their yards. I don’t know how they manage to keep their animals on their own property without electronic fencing, but they do. Maybe it’s because they built their houses so far from the road. The dogs just don’t go anywhere without their master(s).