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This dog, oh, this dog.
Lemme tell you a little story about this dog.
A couple of weeks ago, I dropped Charley off at school and was just about to head in the direction of work, when I remembered I'd left the oven on. So, when I was at a point where I'd have to make the decision to turn left for work or turn right for home, I called Mom. I was hoping she'd say, "Oh, it's just on broil? It'll be fine for 8 1/2 hours. Go on to work." She didn't say that. Instead she said, "Go home NOW. Turn off the oven. You'll be lucky if your house isn't already on fire." Oh, ok. I turned right, arrived home, found that I had left a science experiment full of vegetable oil directly on top of the potential fire zone, and cut the oven off. Then I left the house, already late for work. About a half a mile down the road I saw this lady, in a brown uniform, leading my dog, with her leash, into the back of a vehicle marked with the letters, S-H-E-R-I-F-F.
I say, I say, something like, "Ummm, THAT'S MY DOG!!" while hanging out the window of my car. She says, something like, "I'm sorry mam. This dog will have to be taken into custody until we can have a hearing." I pulled over and got out of the car.
It seemed that My Friend was busted red paw-ded attacking another dog's face. Thankfully the other dog was large like My Friend and suffered only minor cuts. My Friend was bitten on the leg during the scuffle and wasn't able to put his foot on the ground for 3 days.
I don't know who started it but I do know it was about a girl.
After talking to her a while, the deputy seemed to gain confidence in me as a pet owner and released My Friend to me. After several days of unease, we learned that we were going to receive a warning with no fines. We were so thankful.
The owners of the other dog were inclined to expect us to pay their vet bill, but since My Friend was injured also, and both dogs were guilty of trespassing on someone else's property, we felt obliged not to. Based on the evidence, we've deduced that this was simply 2 male dogs, doing what dog's do (fighting over a girl in heat), and no dog in particular was at fault. We've been told, there is a chance we'll be sued in a civil court based on our feelings, but Chuck and I are sticking to our guns, and still believe in a world where dogs fight and the owners each take responsibility for their own, without laying blame where it doesn't belong in order to cover a vet bill.
This was no pit bull attacking a poodle situation.
This incident has changed My Friend's life. We've decided to put him on house arrest. He is no longer allowed to be outdoors without us present, and if only Charley is supervising, he must be on a leash.
Oh this dog, this dog, who lives in my house most of the time....
this dog needs a fence he can't Houdini over, under, or through,
before I lop his pointy little head off.
Oh poor My Friend. He was really hurt bad. I'm glad he's better. I hope the other dog is better too. I loved watching your other videos especially the Alaska ones with the baby lion named Cymba. Those will be great for all to see escpecially Charley in a few years. What an experience!!
ReplyDeleteAwwww, hope My Friend is feeling much better soon. I agree with you that this is what dogs (sometimes) do. As much as we love them, dogs are animals, and we need to expect them to act on their instinctive nature at times. No matter how well they are trained. (and from reading your posts, it sounds like My Friend is a very well behaved dog. (I've never seen a dog walk so well without a leash honestly.)
ReplyDeleteLop something else off, if ya know what I mean....might help curb his 'roaming' tendencies. :)
ReplyDeletePoor, poor, poor MY FRIEND :(
ReplyDeletePoor thing! Did y'all take him to the vet, too? Aw I hate that My Friend is hurting.
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