Saturday, October 07, 2006
The Thing with the Dog
So - to continue the update from before, the Saturday after getting the molar pulled was pretty much spent puttering about the house and trying not to bleed too much. Sunday came and I was feeling a lot better, so I decided to grab the dogs and go to visit my old neighbors and their dog Dotty. I should point out that I reference them as such, not because of their age, but because they were my neighbors a year and a half ago, when I first moved into Ohio. Well, they had other visitors as well, their son and 2 of their grandchildren and their son's dog Oreo. Dotty and Oreo are Newfoundlands, absolutely great dogs. Dotty plays with Sam and Murray all the time, even though she finds it hard to keep up with them.
Well, the grandson - we'll call him Bob, wanted to play with the dogs, which is understandable. Us adults basically said that wasn't a good idea. With 400 lbs of dog, 50 of those being Sam, it makes sense. Sam is basically a good dog, he's just, um, special. I think I'll do an update post on just him sometime later. Sam hasn't figured out how to deal with people very well, and his reactions to most things are pretty exaggerated. Well, Bob (who I'm guessing is in first grade) sort of went around the building to where the dogs were playing with a huge ball, the adults went around the building yelling at him to get away from the dogs, and then Sam bit Bob. As I later learned, Sam bit him three times. Once under the eye, once on the lip, and once on the arm. At the time, all I saw was blood coming out from under his eye after his dad scooped him up and ran past us to get Bob to the hospital. Everything happened so fast, it was incredible. Bob has to be one of the fastest children on earth to get to where the dogs were before we got around the building. I grabbed Sam and Murray to prevent them from getting in the way, and Murray was noticeably subdued. Sam, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had just happened. My guess is that if he was capable of speech (and cognition), he'd say that nothing out of the ordinary happened.
So - on Sunday night, I'm left with the guilt of nearly causing an eye injury to a kid, a dog that bit a child 3 times, a dog that didn't bite a child but is hiding under the bed, and a molar-hole that has taken to bleeding again.
Ah, good times.
Well, the grandson - we'll call him Bob, wanted to play with the dogs, which is understandable. Us adults basically said that wasn't a good idea. With 400 lbs of dog, 50 of those being Sam, it makes sense. Sam is basically a good dog, he's just, um, special. I think I'll do an update post on just him sometime later. Sam hasn't figured out how to deal with people very well, and his reactions to most things are pretty exaggerated. Well, Bob (who I'm guessing is in first grade) sort of went around the building to where the dogs were playing with a huge ball, the adults went around the building yelling at him to get away from the dogs, and then Sam bit Bob. As I later learned, Sam bit him three times. Once under the eye, once on the lip, and once on the arm. At the time, all I saw was blood coming out from under his eye after his dad scooped him up and ran past us to get Bob to the hospital. Everything happened so fast, it was incredible. Bob has to be one of the fastest children on earth to get to where the dogs were before we got around the building. I grabbed Sam and Murray to prevent them from getting in the way, and Murray was noticeably subdued. Sam, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had just happened. My guess is that if he was capable of speech (and cognition), he'd say that nothing out of the ordinary happened.
So - on Sunday night, I'm left with the guilt of nearly causing an eye injury to a kid, a dog that bit a child 3 times, a dog that didn't bite a child but is hiding under the bed, and a molar-hole that has taken to bleeding again.
Ah, good times.
