Sorry it took so long to catch up to this topic. I was busy yesterday and we had a bomb threat today so we had to evacuate the building at work. I've been busy catching up with my work and now that I have, I have a chance to catch up here.
Thank you all for reminding me that a dog is a dog. My husband kept telling me, give it a rest. He's a dog.
My yard is not fenced in. We had the money saved up but one of those unforseen financial emergencies came up so we had to spend it. I'm saving again for one.
We have inside cats and Dakota is okay with them. He's never growled or snapped at my four year old girl. Dakota is five. He's so pleasant and loveable with people. I guess he just has a high prey drive. He doesn't maul them or rip them apart. In fact, there's never been any blood. It's almost like when a cat kills a mouse. Sometimes I think he thinks he's a cat. Maybe he just crushes them. He is 75 pounds and his deceased brother weighed ranging from 95-105 pounds and his sister is 80 pounds. Maybe he just plays a little too rough for the little things.
When I take him out, I always hold his collar and look in the yard to make sure it's clear. Dakota is attached by a pulley on a cable from the house to a tree in the middle of the yard. When I took him out this morning, there was a squirrel on the tree. The squirrel looked at us and took off up the tree. I'm curious to see how long that squirrel lasts. I'll probably be finding his body before too long.