puppy love: October 2005 Archives
... there was drama for us at the doggie park tonight.
We had been there for about an hour and the Maddie girl was playing like a good dog would with the other doggies. She was running around and having a grand old time. We were just getting ready to leave when another dog joined in. A black chow/something mix. Maddie and the chow and the soft-coated wheaten terrier she had been playing with before were off running in the field when we looked up and all of a sudden the running looked very different. It appeared that the chow was chasing Maddie (with the Wheaten just kinda following along) and someone seemed to be whimpering. When they got back to the play area the chow started to play VERY rough with her and we had a helluva time getting them apart. I've never seen Maddie look so scared. When we finally got the chow off her she just laid on the ground looking terrified. Poor baby. We looked her over and she seemed fine. The guy with the chow was very apologetic (altho I think he could have been a little more assertive in getting his dog OFF my dog) and we left, kinda shaking our heads and wondering if this dog park idea was such a good thing after all.
Two hours later I'm laying on the floor with the MadDog giving her a belly rub when I notice a little scrape next to her girly dog parts. I called Josh over and he checked her out and we found another, much deeper gash not far from the first. This second gash went clear through her skin and left a hole about the size of a dime!! You could see the tissue under the skin. It was pretty bad (and in a rather unfortunate spot). Poor poor baby.
We called the vet at home (he's a personal friend) and asked what he thought. He said to give her an aspirin, put some neosporin on it and bring her in in the morning. No emergency clinic visit necessary.
So thats the story. Our baby is injured (altho she's acting totally fine - let me clean out the wound and put neosporin on it without even a hint of opposition - what a good dog!) and I'm a little less trusting of the other dogs at the dog park. We will continue to take her, but it was a valuable lesson for us to learn to keep a little closer tabs on whose butt she's sniffing.
Sunday afternoon the boyfriend, the dog, and I laid down to take a nap. We thought it would be a 45 minute affair, an hour tops. We didn't set an alarm, figuring the dog would grow bored with this whole sleeping thing before we did and wake us up with her romping.
Three and a half hours later I woke up and realized the boyfriend, the dog, and I were all laying flat on our backs. The dog was snoring. All three of us are damn lazy.
