From what I have read it seems that the dog will not be put down. A petition was signed by over 1,000 people to save the animal and the owner has stated that he will not have the dog euthanized. I wonder what the local authorities have to say about that.

I watched the feral dog MQ last night. I have no idea why they did this one. No further comment.

And, yes, as a Kentuckian I was rather disturbed to read about the dog/baby incident in today’s Madisonville Messenger.

Twelve THOUSAND years ago?

One morning while walking to the stream for water he encountered a pack of wild dogs. He immediately ran for the cabin and just as the lead dog grabbed the heel of his boot his dog (Shep), a large mixed breed broke his chain and tackled this dog. My friend was able to get into the cabin as Shep fought the pack. My friend noticed thru the window that one dog just sat by and watched as the rest of the pack fought with Shep. Then with one swift motion this dog jumped on Shep and bit his skull. He then trotted away. The others continued until my friend could no longer see them. Thankfully Shep hobbled back home about 45 minutes later and eventually recovered with the most severe (skull) wounds being those inflicted by what we later figured to be the pack leader.

The scary part for me was that I was scheduled to go hunting on the coming weekend and was planning to stay at the cabin. I’ll never forget walking up that lease road in pitch black night, shotgun in hand, trembling in my boots waiting for a feral dog to jump from the darkness. As we started up a grade my friend shined his flashlight ahead and two eyes appeared. He was pretty clam and continued forward wanting to identify whatever it was. I was much more inclined to shoot now and ID later but I held back. You could have cut the intensity with a knife and when we were finally close enough it turned out to be his cat sitting on top of a large rock which made it appear much bigger than it was. I’ll never forget that night listening to the dogs pacing up and down along the rodline (which pumped the oil jacks) howling. This rodline was less than 75 yds from the cabin and kept me on edge all night.

In the morning I set out hunting small game, a bit skittish from the previous nights adventure. As I hunted I walked approx 3 miles and not so surprisingly the dogs picked up my scent. However, they never showed themselves that day as they stayed just out of sight. They did follow me though and no surprisingly I wasn’t able to concentrate very well and ended the day empty handed. Two days later my friend shot one of the dogs while they were chasing a doe. The next weekend some other friends of mine tracked the dogs and killed the rest.

Before I moved away in my mid 20′s two other packs had taken up residence on that mountain. Most of those were also killed harassing deer.

When I was a young lad living in Central L.A./South Central L.A. in the mid to late 80′s, in the early mornings, gangs were not what we worried about. Packs of dogs (sometimes more than a dozen) would roam the streets. They were very intimidating. These dogs looked extremely desparate for any kind of meal. Many times we were not able to leave the house until daylight. My Grandma was late to work plenty of times because of these dogs. Only in the early morning though, during the day these dogs were not around. Sometimes I would make a friendly call to these dogs and they would seem harmless like any dog responding to a friendly person……sometimes, being your friend was definitely not on thier mind.

I never heard of an actual attack by them but they were very scary and seemed feral. In the 90′s the city did well in removing these dogs, thankfully.