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Originally Posted by Woogie Man  The instinct is alive and well in my bunch. Last Thanksgiving I had smoked a turkey out back. The next morning I opened the door to let the dogs out and, no sooner than I closed the door than all hell broke loose outside. I opened the door to see what the commotion was and they had the neighbor's cat down and were ripping at it from all sides. It was a Yorkie frenzy! I rushed over to get them off and it took some doing as they didn't want to give it up. The poor cat had already given up the fight and was lying there in prey mode, just waiting for the end to come.
It took me hollering for my wife and having her shoo them in as I hovered over the cat but they finally gave it up. The cat was not really injured but it took him a good few minutes to realize he was alive, I think. He just laiy there in a daze and finally got up and over the fence. The cat learnd a good lesson that day that the smell of meat wasn't worth checking out in our yard!! |
I like cats, but not when they poop in my garden, I have enough of that to get up everyday. I'm not too sure what my bunch would do if they found one on their patch, I suppose I'd be a little frantic if it became a Yorkie frenzy, but as you say it's in their instinct and my hubby likes a dog to be a dog no matter what size, it's just me who Mommy's them. They go walkies every day over our local Park and belive me they go hunting in the woods and it's not for candy.