Gus, our first Boston Terrier, was not a hunter. He was a quiet, sweet and unadventurous dog. Bud, our dog from Friends Of Homeless Animals in Arkansas, is another story.
He is a hunter, always on the prowl for mice, moles, chipmunks and geese. He’s never caught one that I know of, but that doesn’t seem to trouble him in any way. He stalks the fence looking hoping to flush out some prey. Inside the house, he is a cuddle dog, sweet and affectionate. Outside, he is Helldog.
I wonder if he will ever catch anything.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Bud hasn’t already caught, killed and eaten something like a mouse. As a lifelong terrier owner, you learn early on that just because you haven’t seen a kill doesn’t mean there hasn’t been one. It’s easy with cats; they bring parts of their kills right to the door to get your attention. Dogs don’t blow their own horns that way…. ??. Terriers – ya gotta love ‘em, ‘cause if you don’t they’ll drive you crazy!
My Boston Willow has treed raccoons, chased turkeys, hunted Chipmunks ( but never caught one) and wound up with a hole in her cornea from a close encounter with a porcupine. Our other Boston caught s full size Bunny and released it as soon as I said “leave it”. Apparently country Bostons can be holy terrors! Lol