This morning I woke to a bit of a shock (no, not apocalyptic dust this time). Tristan came into the bedroom and said ‘Chestah’s dead’.
This is Chestah… isn’t he cute?

Chestah (his full name was Chestah Draws. Haha. Actually no his full name was Chestah Draws Pictures) was a fabulous contribution to our garden. He ate up all our scrap vegetables and kept the lawn down AND gave us great poopy pellets to put on the vegetable patch. He was also my housemate’s first pet. He was pretty friendly too, really. The cats found him rather uninteresting which was great (one of my cats loved to sit ontop of his hutch) and occasionally we let him out to go run around and hump things. He was housed in his hutch most of the time and we moved it around so he was always on a fresh patch of grass.
Anyway, apparently when Tristan went out onto the front verandah to stretch his knee (which he does every morning because he’s a crotchety old man despite being in his early 20’s), our neighbour wandered over with a plastic bag. She opened it and showed Tristan the dead creature inside and asked if it was ours. Obviously it was poor Chestah. Tristan took the bag and we put it in the shade and called our housemate Sam. Sam was upset, obviously. Also Chestah’s hutch was really roughed up. The bars on one side had been bent as though Chestah had tried to push his way out. Also the two doors on the front of the hutch looked like they had been forced open and there was blood and fur on them. Obviously he’d gotten out by the two doors. Also the lid of the hutch was slightly off. It was all really weird. I wouldn’t have expected Chestah to be so strong! Chestah’s face was all messed up too. It looked like he’d squashed his head when he tried to get out of the hutch.
Also the hutch had some of Chestah’s fave foods in it. Corn is one of his bestest most favourite foods ever! Why would he have been so desperate to get out of his hutch when he had so much corn? Anyway, so it was weird.
Later on, the lady from next door came back. A bit about her… she volunteers her backyard as a shelter for dogs. Big monster dogs. And I have a confession to make. I *REALLY* hate big dogs. I think they are just horrible and my experience over the last 24 hours has more than proved my hatred of them.

And this is apparently the monster dog that jumped the 2meter fence between our yards (FROM A STANDING START) and killed poor Chestah. What’s worse… here’s the description for it on the adoptions website…
Nikita is a extremly friendly dog who loves people especially childen, she also get along with all dogs that she meets. She has also been in contact with cats and is uninterested in them unlike typical Huskies. Nikita needs a home with children and possibly another dog as she is a very social dog and would become bored easily and destructive if left alone all day in a yard. She is also a very good jumper and can easily jump a fence that is just over a metre tall without a run up, so a yard with at least 2 metre tall fencing is required.
The lady has offered to buy a new rabbit for Sam, but he’s a little sad about losing one and isn’t sure he wants another. I’m sorely tempted to complain to the council. She keeps about 5-6 dogs in her backyard waiting for them all to be re-homed. Our last 3 or 4 months have been endless barking, howling, yelping and fighting. A constantly changing array of animals living there. And now apparently these dogs can get into my backyard? What if I’m gardening one morning, crouched down over vegetables and one of them decides that I look tasty! I know I have a bit of a phobia (an incident involving three german shepherds, a tennis ball and myself, aged 6) but I’m not sure what to do now. I want to be outdoorsy, but knowing that these things can get into my yard is going to stop me from going out alone. So should I complain? Should I talk to her? How do I stop these things from getting into my yard? (And no, guns are illegal in the city) Any advice would be great…