My granddad owned a pecan orchard right on the Flint River in Georgia. Anyone could come and hunt all the squirrels they wanted, for 25 cents per squirrel.
Dogs really don’t know what size they are. My mom had a Pekingese who got through a fence and took on a cow one time. Barking his butt off. Cow just looked at him like, “Whatever.”
Or Mike and the Mechanics.