(Warning: some gross pictures below.)
Last week was a particularly bad week for me. My ex-husband went to L.A. for the week and asked me if I would dog sit for him. He has two dogs, an Olde English Bulldog named Calvin and a Pitbull named Mr. Snuggles. I wasn’t thrilled to be doing it, since it involved sleeping at his house and I just wanted to be home, but he didn’t have anyone else to do it, and besides, I do love the dogs. Especially Calvin, who is on the right.
So anyway, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday passed by without a problem. Then on Wednesday night I brought them each a handball to play with, which they both immediately chewed into pieces. I could see they were starting to get aggressive as they were playing, so I took the balls away. Then there was a piece of a ball left on the floor, and they started fighting over it.
Next thing I knew, I was in the middle of a full blown dogfight. It was terrifying. Snuggles had Calvin’s face in his mouth and wouldn’t let go. I started screaming at him, but that didn’t work. Then I tried hitting him with a broom. That didn’t work. Calvin was bleeding, and knowing what I know about pitbulls, I thought that if I didn’t get Snuggles off Calvin, Calvin would die. I started kicking Snuggles and punching him in the face.
When I was punching him in the face and trying to pull him away from Calvin, he finally let go of Calvin, for a second. But in that second, Calvin launched himself on to Snuggles. Unfortunately for me, my hand was in the way, and Calvin ended up biting me as he was biting Snuggles!
I thought I was going to lose my hand.
After 15 or 20 seconds somehow my hand was released. I stepped away from the situation for a second and saw my hand was gushing blood. But I wasn’t concerned about it. Snuggles was biting Calvin’s face again, and all I could think about was separating the dogs.
On the kitchen counter there was a spray bottle of Lysol. I went over to the dogs and started spraying it in their faces, but it had no effect at all!! So then I unscrewed the top and literally just poured it over their heads. That made them each back off for a second, and in that time I was able to push Calvin into the bathroom and shut the door. Then I put Snuggles in a different room so he could calm down and so I could attend to Calvin – and myself.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped my hand up, then opened the bathroom door to see how Calvin was doing. It was hard to see, because the side of his face that was tore up is dark brown, but aside from the various obvious bite wounds it looked like the fur on had been rubbed off and the skin was all raw. You can sort of see it in the picture below (which is of the two of them the next night, acting as if nothing had happened!).
Around this point my adrenaline started wearing off and I started freaking the fuck out. I looked around and there was blood EVERYWHERE – on the floor, the walls, and of course all over my bathrobe, pajama pants and Uggs. I called my mom hysterically crying, barely able to spit out the story. She rushed over to take care of me, because MOMS ARE AWESOME. By the time she got there 15 minutes later I was still a mental (and physical) wreck. I was cursing out my ex and crying, because my hand was killing me and because I felt so bad for both dogs.
My mom took control of the situation. She calmed me down, wrapped my hand, and then helped me start cleaning up the dogs. Calvin didn’t want to be touched, so we attended to Snuggles, whose face was all cut up and whose lip looked like it was about fall off. Then we gently wiped Calvin clean. We decided it would be good idea to reintroduce the dogs, so we did that, and they were on alert but not aggressive in the slightest.
We also decided that I should go to the hospital for my hand. I didn’t want to, but there was this thing hanging out of one of my cuts that had me nervous (turns out it was tissue). So I drove to the hospital while my mom stayed with the dogs.
I wasn’t there too long. Two hours, maybe. Turns out that they don’t give stitches for dog bites, because dogs have dirty mouths and so they don’t want to stitch you up and potentially leave something dirty on the inside of your body. So all they did was cut that bit of tissue off, wrap my hand up, and give me a tetanus shot. And some painkillers. And a prescription for antibiotics.
Oh yeah, I was also bitten on the leg at some point, I think by Snuggles. Fortunately I was wearing leggings, pajama pants AND a bathrobe, so it didn’t really puncture the skin.
Now it’s almost 5 days later. My cuts are healing nicely, but my body is bruised and sore. But I’ll be fine. And really, it could have been much worse. I’m just thankful that I still have my hand and neither dog is dead.
Have a happy and safe New Year’s Eve!!