Last night it felt like all hell broke loose. My usually placid, friendly and compatible dogs had a fight. One had eyes too big for her belly and wandered a little too close to her sisters food bowl, and then…chaos.
Standing in my kitchen I heard a snarl, a yelp and then I dropped whatever was in my hands, forgot the tap was running and started running myself. I got there in time to carefully try the proper methods for breaking them apart, and then throwing caution to the wind and jumping in to try and pry them apart in any way I could. A flurry of hands between teeth, blood and fur later, One was trembling in my arms and the other locked inside.
If you have been in this position, you will know exactly how terrifying it is to see two of the creatures you prize most in the whole world, going for each others throats. You just instinctively jump in, no holds barred, to stop the damage. All the time, while you’re moving, grabbing and yelling, there are a million other things going through your mind…where is the nearest vet? Are they still open? Will I get bitten? Do I even care about that? I hope all that blood is just from small cuts? What if one gets seriously hurt? What if I can’t stop them?? Where are my keys? What if they die???
The end result was thus: One dog-5 holes, 2 gashes. Second dog-3 holes, rash bite area, torn ear and broken fang. Me-2 small holes, 3 scratches and grazed face. Quilt cover-dubious state of repair. Jeans-trashed. Nerves-frayed.
Once everyone calmed down and the massive amounts of blood were cleaned away, the damage looked less ominous. We made a unanimous decision to wait until morning for the vet, and the girls went off to sleep. I didn’t.
My baby woke several times in the night shaking and snuggling into me for comfort. Snargle-fang found a comfy position and kept her weight off the ruined side of her face. I worried and watched them all night.
Mumma Bear had surgery this morning, while I waited and worried in the carpark, and she came out just fine. Fang-less and groggy albeit, but fine. She got a ‘sorry’ lick from her sister on arrival home, but they will be supervised for a while together until things calm back to normal. For now, there is calm after the storm.
Amidst all of this, the stupidity of someone still caught me by surprise. Sitting at the vet, some random guy lets his dog walk right up to my girl and ‘try and say hello’…dumbfounded. She was quite obviously scared after her previous nights trauma and trying to back away, but he just keeps coming…and then, without warning…he grabs her snout! Her obviously sore, swollen snout. With a forceful shove of his arm and some unpleasant words he backed off. I guess inconsideration and stupidity really can’t be cured. If she had bitten the idiot, I probably would have just given her a treat and congratulated her on a wise decision.
Anyway, tails are still wagging, and there is a week or two of squishy food ahead for my little ‘Toothless’. Everyone is a bit sore and sorry for the ordeal, but some tlc will go a long way to cure that all around.
If you have a dog or two, please do a little research into how to handle these situations, so you are prepared. While it is difficult to handle on your own, there are things you should and shouldn’t do to reduce risk for all.
Thanks to everyone who was thinking of us.
Stay safe Kids.