Growing up my neighbors had a sheep farm, they noticed some of their lambs we're getting killed so they watched the fields where the sheep were and eventually saw two dogs attacking the flock. they shot the dogs but didn't kill them. The two dogs belonged to us and they both ran back to our property. The neighbors recognized that the dogs were ours and came by and explained the situation to my dad. We had to find the dogs knowing they were wounded and when we did find them my dad, with tears in his eyes, had to put them down. It was truly a sad day for my family and also my neighbors.