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<blockquote data-quote="MovingZen" data-source="post: 15655367" data-attributes="member: 150540"><p>I have a few simple regrets, chicks I should have gotten to know better, people I should have stayed in touch with, but I only have one regret that bothers me badly. When I was stationed in Sicily I rented a house that had a decent sized and tiered property. The owner left his dog there which was a large GSD and Belgian shepherd cross. Beautiful and friendly dog but this dog slaughtered cats. My wife and I came to the conclusion that the local cat gangs initiation was to make it across my yard. I can't tell you how many half cats, shredded cats, or cat parts I found in the yard. I even saved a few that had been mauled but couldn't make it out. This is all in the first month I'd been in the house.</p><p>I had two cats. They stayed in the house or up on the wrap around porch. One morning I was getting ready for my 72 hour shift and went outside to put some stuff in the car. Knowing I had more to bring out I left the downstairs door open and went back upstairs. When I moved to go back out for the second trip I noticed the upstairs door was partially open. My first thought was the cat had gotten out so I went downstairs real quick and looked around. I didn't see the cat but heard something happening in the hedge off to my left. This hedge was up against a tier in the yard so I couldn't see what the dog was doing but I could see where she was. The sun wasn't up yet so all I could tell was that she had something and I thought for sure it was my cat. That and the noises I could hear made me think of all the dead cats and mauled cats I cleaned up in the yard. I dove into the edge of the hedge and started throwing haymakers into the dog trying to get her off my cat. The dog made yelping noises but wouldn't budge. I grabbed her by the throat and dragged her up onto my tier and out of the hedge. I held her back and looked over the tier expecting to see my mauled cat. It wasn't my cat, the dog was having puppies. I had no idea the dog was pregnant, I don't think the owner even knew. I can't tell you how bad I feel about attacking that dog while she was having puppies. That was 22 years ago.</p><p>Yeah, I regret the **** out of that mistake.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="MovingZen, post: 15655367, member: 150540"] I have a few simple regrets, chicks I should have gotten to know better, people I should have stayed in touch with, but I only have one regret that bothers me badly. When I was stationed in Sicily I rented a house that had a decent sized and tiered property. The owner left his dog there which was a large GSD and Belgian shepherd cross. Beautiful and friendly dog but this dog slaughtered cats. My wife and I came to the conclusion that the local cat gangs initiation was to make it across my yard. I can't tell you how many half cats, shredded cats, or cat parts I found in the yard. I even saved a few that had been mauled but couldn't make it out. This is all in the first month I'd been in the house. I had two cats. They stayed in the house or up on the wrap around porch. One morning I was getting ready for my 72 hour shift and went outside to put some stuff in the car. Knowing I had more to bring out I left the downstairs door open and went back upstairs. When I moved to go back out for the second trip I noticed the upstairs door was partially open. My first thought was the cat had gotten out so I went downstairs real quick and looked around. I didn't see the cat but heard something happening in the hedge off to my left. This hedge was up against a tier in the yard so I couldn't see what the dog was doing but I could see where she was. The sun wasn't up yet so all I could tell was that she had something and I thought for sure it was my cat. That and the noises I could hear made me think of all the dead cats and mauled cats I cleaned up in the yard. I dove into the edge of the hedge and started throwing haymakers into the dog trying to get her off my cat. The dog made yelping noises but wouldn't budge. I grabbed her by the throat and dragged her up onto my tier and out of the hedge. I held her back and looked over the tier expecting to see my mauled cat. It wasn't my cat, the dog was having puppies. I had no idea the dog was pregnant, I don't think the owner even knew. I can't tell you how bad I feel about attacking that dog while she was having puppies. That was 22 years ago. Yeah, I regret the **** out of that mistake. [/QUOTE]
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