So lately I’ve been MIA from the online universe (with the exception of Facebook, which I’m constantly connected to against my better judgement), due to some terrifying happenings in our home. The brief version:
I came home one Monday at lunch to walk the dog. Our normal lunchtime route takes about 10-15 minutes, and is the same every day. This particular day, however, my poor, 23 lb pup and I were attacked by two full grown, off leash pit bulls as we turned towards home.
The dogs’ owners were not home at the time, but some random girls came running out of the pit bull house to try and get control of their dogs. This led to a lot of pushing, shoving, and swearing, as I was thrown to the ground in a string of obscenities related to me needing to grab my dog (which is a challenge when he has a pit bull on each ear). Finally, someone else was able to wrestle one of the dogs, one of the girls was able to pull another away, and someone shoved a shaking, bloody Ramsay into my arms. I ran with him back to the house, in hysterics.
Thankfully, my husband was able to come home right away and rush him to the emergency vet. When he burst through the front door, he found both of us bloody and scared on the kitchen floor. My dad came and took me to urgent care, where they treated a few puncture wounds and gave me a tetanus shot. Poor Ramsay spent 8 hours at the vet, having a long surgery to insert drainage tubes at the worst injury sites.
The gist of the story is that we are both still alive, Thank God. I’ve never been so scared in my entire life. We spent the rest of the week at home, forcing painkillers and antibiotics at the dog while he shivered on the couch in a cone and a tee shirt to cover his oozing wounds. Now we are involved in a long, drawn out county procedure in hopes of getting our $750 of vet bills paid.
I don’t believe that any breed of dog is inherently bad, and though many of our friends have hoped the attacking dogs would be put down, Shayne and I don’t want that at all. It’s just so unfortunate that there’s so many bad dog owners out there that give certain breeds a bad reputation. This experience totally made me feel maternal, and I’m so so thankful that the dog wasn’t more badly injured. Now I’m trying to emotionally recover. I’ve never been afraid of dogs before, but all of a sudden I’m jumpy and nervous around big dogs.
And that’s why there’s been no blog posts for weeks and weeks. More to come soon, as I reclaim my life from the recent chaos.