I’m kinda sad.
He’s unruly, murderous, a runner and totally untrainable.
I was sorta liking him like that. My Hobo chicken population was reduced to 2.
A few baby squirrels and barn rats were brutally murdered.
The barn rat killing is a plus. I could see him having a permanent position as head rat killer.
But…no. He was purchased to hunt by Mr.Wrekker. Hunt he must.
First things first. To hunt you kinda have to listen, hear and carry out specific behaviors. Dillon ain’t got no time for that foolishness. He just runs like a Tasmanian devil and does what he wants.
And, man he can run.
We’ve established he can run about 30mph.
So, Mr.W is in infinite wisdom found a guy who trains hunting dogs. He guarantees his work. What a dummy.
So Dillon has been boxed up in the back of the truck and has gone to jail.
Well, they had to stop and put him back in the box twice. A pad lock was added after the 2nd time.
Houdini ain’t got nuthin’ on Dillon.
I kinda miss the little shit. Bayliss has looked for him for 3 days.
I’m enjoying not picking up the latest thing he shredded on the deck, though.
Last night Son-of-a-wrek says the trainer called. Dillon bit him. So he’s muzzled for training.
I said quietly:(and kindly) Training is not working. In fact it’s harming Dillon.
I looked over at Mr.W and might have seen smoke coming out his ears.
Son says the guy hasn’t given up. Oh, well. What a dummy.
This morning bright and early going over to dialysis I received a message. Dillon has escaped from the jail.
I’d laugh if this guy didn’t live on a major highway.
Dillon’s on the lam.
That dog won’t do.
I’m waiting on an update. Son-of-a-wrek went over to help find him. I told him to go get Bayliss to help.