Our Great Pyrenees loves our chickens.

Too much.

Strangely, considering the outcome of the “loving” for the chickens, they love Appa, too.

They’ll fly into his enclosure to be with him.

This has happened a few times, so when I look out the window and Appa is laying down, and he has his paws on something, and there are feathers around his paws, I have a good idea what is happening.

He plucks the chickens until they’re bald.

The weird thing that we’ve discovered (after putting the first couple of victims “out of their misery” when he tore them up) is that the chickens heal after this process.

The feathers grow back.

Who knew?

Another weird thing about all of this is how sick the relationship between the giant dog and the chickens is.

Surely they know they are headed for damage?

Why do they want to be with him?

Maybe we need to get another dog for him to hang out with?

A dog is harder to pluck, for sure.

Maybe another dog would get him to lay off on de-feathering all of our chickens?

Telling him “bad dog!!” doesn’t do much.

The pull of interspecies relations is too strong.

Fifty Shades of Appa.

Calm down, big boy….calm down.