Around 25 years ago at my fathers somewhat ranch in north county San Diego I was staying there working on his spec house. My father wouldn’t allow my Heeler stay in the house so he slept in my truck and I left the window open so he can jump out in the morning when he wanted.
At that time people would dump their dogs in the country, I guess, so they can be free and not dumped at a shelter. A pack of feral dogs moved into the area about a half dozen, a German Shepard, Aussie, poodles in this pack. They killed the neighbors pig and I saw them around the valley.
I noticed that someone was getting into my dogs kibble on the patio and I assumed my dog was snacking. I scolded him and secured the food. That next day my dog was gone. I thought he took off so I hung out on the patio that night to see if he would come back for food. He didn’t but the feral pack did. Eventually I found him dead in a gully with bite wounds on his belly.
the next day I took my fathers 12 gauge and shot the German Shepard. The Aussie passed right in front of me but I passed on the shot.
I think my dog knew he could not handle the pack and stayed in the truck when they took his food.After I scolded him I guess he thought he needed to do his job and took them on.
Humans suck.