My thoughts as I walked with Shiva this morning:
Crap, I can’t believe I slept in. I have so much to get done. Jeepers, it’s really humid. I hope that guy delivering papers doesn’t want to chat with us. I don’t have time to chat and Shiva is a little jumpy this morning. If he wants to chat I am going to have to be nice. I don’t feel like being nice. I don’t have time to be nice. Maybe I’ll let Shiva bark at him to scare him away. Oh, good, he’s getting back in his car. Whew!
Hmmm… This could be interesting. Is there any chance we could just keep walking?
I’m going to say no. What to do?
While Shiva has never actually caught a duck before – not for lack of trying – I have no doubt that if I was to be so unfortunate, she would kill it. I’ve seen how she is with her toys. She wouldn’t kill it for food but there is a point where pure instinct kicks in. Once she had that bird in her grasp, she wouldn’t let go. Training can teach a dog control over her impulses but I am not sure if it can ever completely halt the natural prey drive of a dog like Shiva.
Since most birds can fly, they are pretty safe from her nasty jaws.
I don’t think I’ll be letting her loose in a chicken coop anytime soon. Or ever.