Pfafftown Hellhounds

We had a pretty tragic experience on the farm the night before Halloween when some beast tore into one of our mobile broiler coops and snuffed a couple dozen of what were going to be our Christmas broilers. Speculations flew as to the nature of the culprit or culprits. Last night I came home, and there was a canine of some sort sniffing around. It made a terrible noise, I screamed like a little girl and it ran off across the street into a neighboring field. It looked like some kind of doberman squatweiler -- black as night and evil. Obviously, a hellhound.