So this weekend was supposed to be like any other. Sleep in, walk the dogs, get ready, etc. This weekend I woke up early, couldn't get back to sleep, and decided to walk to the park that is directly north to us. We usually go to the park east of us, but this weekend I thought it would be more stimulating to go somewhere we had not been before. As I explained in an earlier post, I walk the dogs separately except for Odus and Io. They have been walking together since puppydom and get along well.
This past Saturday we ran into a woman who said her dog, a Chihuahua had gotten loose from the leash and if we saw it could we please bring it to her. The dog was wearing tags and would not come when she called. I lied and said of course I would but I walked in the opposite direction. I don't like messing with dogs off-leash. They are dangerous. I don't care how in control someone thinks they are of their off-leash dog. Dogs are like children. They most of the time know the rules, but will break them in tempting situations. I NEVER have my dogs off-leash.....EVER! And furthermore, dogs that are on-leash and are approached by an unfriendly off-leash dog will go on the defense. It's an unfair advantage.
The woman's Chihuahua saw us from across the park and booked it towards us. This thing was like a miniature Cujo. It literally had no fear and attacked my dogs. During this chaos, it is was all I could do to keep my dogs from grabbing a hold of its neck and killing it. There was no way I was going to risk my dogs killing another even though they were attacked, only to have them labeled vicious dogs by the City of Albuquerque.
After two rounds with this Chihuahua, we finally managed to leave the park tired, out of breath, and not sure if we were in fact all in-tact. Odus suffered the most damage. Io has too much fur that the Chihuahua could not grab her skin. My poor Bubbie got beat up a Chihuahua:(
| This is the same bite wound. There was one on his face and two other on the opposite leg. |
Needless to say I had a minor breakdown when we got home. Thanks to my mom who talked me through a few phone rounds and came to view the damage as a second opinion. I flushed out the wounds with warm water and took him to the vet the next day. Hello vet bill #2 for the month. We rewarded Odie with a trip to Sonic after the visit for fries for his bravery and the fact that a small dog got the better of him.
He is now wearing a cone to keep him from licking his battle wounds. He has an evening and a day time look. We have a clear cone to wear in the day time so his peripheral vision isn't affected. I thought Sputnik would be an appropriate nickname, Charles however informed me that Sputnik was not round and therefore said we should call Odie Saturn 5. Whatever.
His evening look is a soft cone that will mold to whatever he is sleeping on. I already feel bad enough that he has to wear the stupid thing so it may as well be comfortable. It is black however and I am afraid Odie might go to the dark side with it on. Enter heavy breathing...................Darth Vader!
Odie is on the mend and hopefully will escape another vet visit if he ever stops licking. Poor guy has been in a cone most of his life. He has been receiving extra treats on the request of his grandfather. I doubt he will have PTSD and will go back to walking as normal.
