Hank, our GSP, has been a complete butthole lately. Wakes up between 2-3am pacing the house. Getting into things. Has been ignoring his invisible fence color. I have replaced batteries, ensured proper fit, tested to make sure it is working. I have also increased the setting to maximum level. Out of the blue in the last couple weeks he simply decided he didn't care if he got shocked. Crosses the line and chases the neighbor's cats. This finds me wandering around my neighbor's house looking for him in the middle of the night. NOT cool. Not for me. Not for the neighbors. Made it real bad tonight when I'm wandering around and he wasn't there. Next thing I know he is coming towards me from another neighbor's. So here I am, 230am, standing in my neighbor's driveway, and Hank is "returning" one of their cats. He must have ran it off their property or tracked it onto a different neighbor's property. I don't know but he did return it for them. He dropped it when commanded. Then he took off for another 15 minutes of running. Bastard! So now I am in the middle of the road looking every way trying to find the dark colored turd of a dog. I see a tall, slender, silhouette to the east. Weird. He doesn't usually head that way. He is heading south (back towards the neighbor with the cats.) I yell "Hank! Here!" The dog stops, looks, turns back the way it came from and bolts. As it bolted I see a long tail. Wasn't Hank. It was a coyote. A BIG coyote. Steady winds out of the south. Coyote came in from the north. I'd imagine he smelled the dead cat or blood? Maybe just coincidence it happened to be wandering thru between the houses from field to field. I don't know. Now I am waking up my wife going thru the gun safe. I need my coyote light off my rifle. Finally rounded it up. Wife is pissed. I head back out to look for the butthole of a dog. I hear other dogs barking. Figure I better head that direction. It is either Hank or that coyote. As I am looking, he comes from out of the shadows and towards me. I grab him. He is wet. Been in a pond somewhere. Blood on his muzzle. His? I don't know. Nothing else apparently torn up. Now it is 445am and the pain in my butt is still pacing and wanting to go out again. I'm exhausted. Body feels like jello. Alarm set to go off in less than 2hrs. I'm calling the pet fence company in the morning. They need to get me a stronger collar or something. Won't stop him from pacing half the night, but will keep him from leaving the property I hope.
No need to reply. Just needed to ramble and vent. Hopefully you all got a chuckle out of my frustration. In the big scheme of things, I could have (and do have) much bigger stresses, headaches, and problems in my life. There are plenty of people out there with bigger worries than this. Dump over.