Six or so hunting dogs were chasing my animals and barking non stop – and there were no owners in tow. I added my voice to fray, howling and yelling at the top of my voice while I chased the dogs off. Fur and feathers were flying everywhere, cats were running up trees and my little hen was nowhere in sight, I feared the worst. But at no time during this fray, even when I believed that my little chicken and my two geese had been killed, did I even consider that those dogs should be harmed. They were just being dogs and I didn’t hold that against them or the hunters, for that matter, even though I don’t support hunting.
With the support of many friends in both Ottawa and Toronto and family in Calgary
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