This afternoon I was sitting in an undisclosed location, working on a project I do my best not to mention, and my phone rang. It was the younger boy. He was upset, which caused my heart to instantly double its speed. Just the tone was enough to do it, before I even knew what was going on.
He told me his brother got bitten by a dog, and it was bad. Then I heard the older boy make some kind of anguished noise in the background, and my heart went from 100 mph to zero, then back to 100 again.
“I’ll be right there,” I said.
It was a five minute drive, but it seemed like a half-hour. I had visions of a horrible mauling. I was flipping out.
But the older boy was standing at the kitchen sink when I came in, washing great amounts of blood down the drain. The bite was on his left hand, and it looked nasty. I got him a towel, told him to wrap his hand, and Toney happened to call from work.
I told her what was going on, and she called his doctor. They wanted me to call in, and describe the wound. I did, and they said to go straight to the emergency room.
While I was on the phone the boy went outside for some reason, and ended up lying on his back in the middle of the porch. His brother came in and told me he was acting weird. I wished Toney was there; I don’t do well with medical-type shit. But, it was my turn at bat.
The boy got to his feet, was acting fairly normal again, and all three of us headed toward the hospital. While we drove I asked what happened. They said they were going to take Andy for a walk, and that high-stepping maniac of a giant poodle came hard-charging out of the garage next door, and attacked our dog. They told me the thing had Andy by the throat, and our beloved Blacklips Houlihan was howling in pain and fear. They thought the crazed poodle was going to kill him.
So, the older boy tried to separate the two dogs, and got a deep gash on the hand for his efforts. Grrr… This was at least the third time that horrible animal jumped on Andy. And what the hell, man? That poofter poodle is one of the meanest and most aggressive dogs I’ve ever encountered. It attacked Andy one night a couple of months ago, and I booted it like a kickball, without spilling a drop of my beer.
After I heard the story today, I began spinning scenarios where that piece of shit would be sent up the cremation smokestacks. “Poodle ash will be settling on the cars of this town, 24 hours from today!!” I vowed. Panic was now starting to segue into anger.
And what was the emergency room going to be like? I don’t think I’d ever been to one, at least not since 1968 or thereabouts, when I busted my head open like a melon. I’ve heard nightmares of long waits, and all sorts of Fark-style injuries coming through the door. I set my inner-sensors for ten hours, and predicted aloud that we’d see at least one person who was injured by a garage door. “Mark my words!” I said.
The guy at the counter asked our last name, I told him, and he said, “Dog bite?” Wow. He already knew? I guess the regular doctor alerted them? The guy told us to have a seat, and somebody would be with us shortly. Yeah, right. Shortly. I was extremely skeptical.
There was a guy holding his forearm, across from us. And a middle-aged couple was down the way. The woman looked like she was sick, and the man was taking care of her. Nobody else. It was nothing like the ERs I saw on TV, or imagined in my head.
About five minutes later a woman called my son’s name, and he was taken to an exam room. About ten minutes after that, they asked if I’d like to sit with him. So, I went back there, and heard someone on the other side of a curtain describe having “terrible bouts of diarrhea.” I wished I had a surgical mask, and became convinced I was breathing in poop spores.
The doctor arrived not too much later, and said (inexplicably), “Don’t worry, I’m not a male nurse.” Huh? What was he talking about? Why would I worry if he was a male nurse?
But he turned out to be a nice guy, and took care of things in short order. The boy got a tetanus shot, a few stitches, and a couple of prescriptions. We were out of there in 45 minutes, and everybody was extremely nice and helpful.
They all had a problem with the poodle part, though. About five people asked us what kind of dog bit him, and they all said, “Really? A poodle?” I don’t think people understand what a mean bastard that thing is. I believe they were mentally downgrading what happened, based solely on the breed.
But they were all very nice, and it couldn’t have gone better. I was amazed. I’d prepared myself for hours and hours of aggravation and chaos.
Toney called again while we were driving, and she wanted to know if I was planning to talk to the neighbors. I joked that I’d wrap a comforter around my forearm, and go over there when we got home. If that thing came hard-charging again, I wanted to be prepared.
But, only their teenage girl was home. I told her what happened, and she was apologetic, and seemed sincere about it. She told me the dog is a “rescue,” and has lots of problems. It’s super-aggressive (no shit), and HATES other dogs. Plus, it’s gone after a few people. I asked her to have her mother or father come over when they got home, and she said she would.
Toney talked to the mother, and everything’s cool, I guess. They’ve always been sensible; we’ve had no problems with them. She said they’d pay the medical bills, and would take immediate action on that awful dog. I don’t know what they plan to do, but she promised it wouldn’t bother anyone anymore. Sounds ominous, and that’s cool with me. I love dogs, but there are exceptions. And that thing can go fuck itself.
Have you ever had any altercations with dogs? Please tell us about it. Also, I’d like to read your ER stories. Thankfully I only have this one, and it turned out to be pretty low-key. What about you? Use the comments link below.
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Sorry to hear about this. Hope the boy feels better soon. Out here, in the boonies, everyone is poor . . . so rabies vaccine for the dog may not be a possibility.
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My dog is a rescue and is labeled as an aggressive dog… i say this as i’m using his snoring ass as a footrest and eating salami (his favorite) and waving it in his face…
Happened to me one day collecting for my paper route. Woman went to get the money from her purse and the dog, a German Shepard bolted through the screen door. I turned and ran but he jumped at me and pushed me to the ground. He got a bite in on my knee and then went for my stomach. The woman was able to grab the dog and pull him away as I was left bleeding from my leg and stomach area. Ripped my shirt and my jeans to shreds. Really pissed me off was the kids that were the reason he attacked me were across the streets laughing. Well, until their mom came out and slapped the dog mess out of them. I still have no ill feelings towards the dog as he was protecting his home.
Sorry to hear about the medical crisis, but I do want to thank AMinNev for not posting about his/her posting position. Those people should have a pork chop tied around their nuts and be locked in a tool shed with the high stepping poofter hell hound.
That dog is in need of a shot of vitamin Pb
I get it! I get it!
What if there’s a pile of rusty razor blades and used needles at the park where your kid plays? Are you going to hope nothing happens, possibly bitch that things like this shouldn’t happen, or are you going to fix the problem and get rid of the shit?
We’ve had this conversation before. Nut-up and get rid of the dog or the neighbor.
Sorry about the boy. Glad all is well.
Poodles are mean little mothers! My Mom’s best friend had one that damn near took off one my toes when I was about 7.
That sucks. No real dog stories, my parents dog got in a scrape with the neighbors dog. They hate each other but my parents and the neighbors are cool. Joey probably just thought the other dog was gonna cash in on her meal ticket.
ER – 8 yrs old me and my uncle got into a tomato war and as we were shaking hands he proceeded to rub tomato juice all over me as I sprung free I fell and grabbed the top of a chain link fence for support and ripped open my left middle finger. I got to watch the Cosby show in the ER and got 17 stitches in my finger.
21 yrs old I had to go for x-rays after being mugged. I was fine with two black eyes and the guy got sent to prison for 2 yrs. That’s $4 a year.
2 months later I got soccer kicked in front of a bar in Cincinnati that had just closed (and just closed for good recently). I was kicked in the neck by a mexican while sitting on a curb eating a burrito in front of a taco bell. The paramedics checked me out and I seemed fine. About 2 hrs later I had the girlfriend drive me to the hospital because I was having trouble swallowing.
The docs shoved a camera up my nose and rushed me into get a trache tube put in since I had a hematoma forming and it could cut off my mouth lung tube (What is that called). So I got to spend a week in the hospital, 2 weeks with a tube in my throat and about 3 weeks total with a hole in my neck. Juan Lopez (his real name) got 6 months and a free ride to Mexico.
So that was a joy.
29 yrs old the Newport, KY police broke my arm and I went to the ER and they said it was just a sprain. I went to another ER they said it’s a hairline fracture and it’ll heal. I went to UC hospital and they bolted my arm back together with a 9″ steel plate.
Since I work in an ER department my stories would make you stop doing anything that deal with outdoor motor vehicles and alcohol. So I will tell a dog story instead…
We had a golden retriever that was had the best disposition you had ever seen. This poor dog was the personal plaything of a 7, 5, 3 , and 1 year old .
We were walking at the back off our property with the 80 pound dog with all 4 kids playing about 40 yards away from us. The dog next door (a satan-spawned Doberman ) picked that moment to escape his chain and made a bee-line around the fence and was heading for our kids. Our dog was just a blur as he took off to intercept the hound from hell.
They collided within a few feet of the kids and the Doberman was sent flying ass over elbows and whatever brain it had was scrambled for the next hour or so. Our dog chased it back to its yard and had it so scared the the neighbor found it hiding under his back steps covered in its own crap.
I love stories like that. I imagine the dog fight from I am Legend.
i love that story. our golden retriever raised our children and protected them. still miss her.
I got bit by a big dog when I was 3 or 4. I was afraid of dogs for most of my life after that. It’s only been in recent years that has went away.
It’s not too helpful that I live in a college town where the in thing to do is own a giant dog – usually a pit bull or whatever breed they happen to be. I prefer cats.
I hope your son is ok.
I know this is a neighbor, but if the owners knew the dog was aggressive and had gone after other people before it bit your son, I think they have some liability here. If I were you, I’d contact an attorney. Stuff like this is why we have homeowners insurance. I know it’s hard to take action like that, but when the dog owners didn’t “take immediate action” the first time the dog showed aggression towards a person, they were virtually guaranteeing it would get worse and someone would be hurt eventually. The dog being a rescue is irrelevant. If the owners didn’t know how to deal with aggression, or understand the inevitability of the dog hurting someone, they shouldn’t have kept it, especially considering it was a larger breed. Love and understanding doesn’t fix bad behavior in dogs. Or people.
Also sounds like the owner is much better at handling people so they won’t sue, then at handling their dog. Seriously, talk to an attorney.
Had a cocker spaniel that started trying to dominate people when she was over a year old. She never tried to bite, but was doing dominance displays, which will eventually lead to biting. She challenged everyone in the family, one by one, going down the line by size, losing to each of us. When she got to the youngest, my husband let her know how very short her life would be if she ever did that to any person ever again, then he followed up by giving “corrections” any time he saw any evidence of dominance. Took about a week, but she never acted aggressive for the rest of her life. Had she not learned, she have had a much shorter life.
I once had a girlfriend like that.
Kimberly’s advice is spot-on. You should contact an attorney; even if only to obtain advice. My attorney friend suggests that you could contact the local Bar Association and ask for 3 referrals. Additionally, you can also look on the web in Martindale Hubbell and look for AV rated personal injury attorneys in your area. I realize this may negatively impact your relationship with your neighbor, but the safety issue is of much greater importance. What if someone else is attacked? Wouldn’t you feel guilty haven not taken any action after this incident?
Not only that, but god forbid, there are any complications to the injury. I once had my car rear-ended while stopped. The other driver was looking down at a map and didn’t see traffic had stopped in the intersection because some doofus was trying to make an illegal left turn into a gas station. I didn’t think I was really injured, but went to the doctor immediately. Had a stiff neck for about a week. Then 15 months later my right arm went numb. It was related to the neck injury. The medical care was paid for by the other drivers insurance.
You don’t hear doofus enough these days.
is ‘haven’ a word? Let’s use ‘having’ instead….
‘Haven’ is a word. Ha.
oh yeah, you’re right; as in ‘safe haven’…..
I oughta get a CAT scan or something
I would give your neighbors the benefit of the doubt (and one week) to get rid of that thing. If some area Vietnamese restaurant does not have a poodle soup special by then call the authorities.
Most recent ER story: 10 days after the birth of son #2, son #1 (19 months old at the time) decided to (lovingly) ram his head into my legs while hugging me, which is when I found out how much it hurts if you happen to have a superficial venous thrombosis in the ramming spot. Called the OB, he said march on down to the ER, which I did with the 10-day-old (did I mention it was also my 35th birthday?), where I sat for 6 hours before someone took pity on me and found me a bed. It was 4 more hours before I saw a doc. Yay.
I was around 10 (early 70’s) when my younger sister was attacked by the neighbors full grown St. Bernard. He was chained to the side of their garage and when she came out of our house he went nuts barking and pulled the eye hook holding the chain right out of the of brick. Seconds later he had knocked my sister down and was mauling her head and back.
My older brother grabbed a baseball bat off our back porch and ran to them and with one huge swing to the side of the dog’s head knocking it off my sister. I ran into the house to get my mom. When we came out my brother was still pounding the dog even tough it wasn’t even moving.
It took a couple a neighbors to pull my brother off. My sister ended up in the hospital with over 150 stitches in her head, back and arms. Our neighbors actually threatened my dad with suing us for killing their dog. In the end the ended up paying for all the medical bills.
It’s good your son didn’t get injured worse Jeff. My experience since that day is to stay far away from unknown pets. It amazes me the number of people who will approach strange dogs without asking the owner first. You just never know.
Should have mounted that dog under a statue of your brother holding a baseball bat over his shoulder as a warning to all other dogs.
Kudos to your brother, because I would have done the exact same thing.
You need to notify the city and whoever is in charge of animal control in your area.
Yes, I second that. I was actually surprised the hospital isn’t required to do it. Seems like they should be. There’s an ordinance worth fighting for. Takes the responsibility out of the hands of the injured party and puts it on the hospital treating the injury, so the dog owner can’t… talk to the wife and smooth things over.
I was in an emergency room in Fla about two decades back with a dog bite to the hand, and was thoroughly interviewed by a city police officer concerning the facts surrounding the incident. Similar to your son, my hand got in the way of two dogs fighting. I was holding one dog with one hand over its neck, and the other dog suddenly lunged at this dog and punctured my hand in the act of doing so. I have been having occasional nerve problems in that area now that I am getting older. Good times. I love dogs, but I can also recognize a scenario wherein a dog might need to be destroyed. This is unfortunately appears to be one of these scenarios.
The hospital should have contacted animal control. In Kentucky dog bites are a reportable illness.
My brother had a cocker spaniel that was the meanest dog ever. It bit one of his girlfriends bad enough to require stitches, it bit me, it bit his neighbor. While my mother was dog sitting, it took a snap at one of my kids. I found out later that my mother told the kids not to tell me because she was afraid I would have the dog euthanized. He is long dead, but I would never have a cocker.
Jeff, I admire your wtf if the nurse is male attitude. As a nurse, you don’t see much of that. Go you!
your neighbors will probably get a letter from the dept of health. dog bites are reportable in pa. esp. since the rabies epidemic.. your neighbor will have to present proof of rabies vaccination. fines are very hefty.
The hospital asked for the neighbors’ name and address. What they did with that info, I don’t know.
They’ll submit said info to the county, make sure the dog has a current license and rabies vacc records. If not, they’ll call your kid back in for a number of painful shots.
I grew up in a neighborhood of nice houses and heavy burglaries so almost everyone (except us) had a dog. The people directly behind us had 2 – a giant headed German Shepard named King and a little boxer/mutt named Sandy. If either of those dogs got out, the whole area would go into a panic. Sandy was the more aggressive and bit my sister once on th eknee. The little bastard also chased me and I fell and slid in my friend’s driveway which produced a huge gash in my hip. I still have the scar 40 years later.
ER – I was practicing for an equestrian event and the horse was having a bad day. Went over a fairly small jump and he bucked me off, back hooves were heaven bound. I swear, I think I did a somersault in the air while “tuck and roll, tuck and roll” flaoted across my brain. I landed on my shoulder and had a very long painful ride to the ER where I found out the hard way I;m allergic to demorol. Do you have any idea how painful it is to violently puke with a broken shoulder?
Oh and Jeff, I’m very sorry about your son. Glad he’s on the mend.
At 13 years old I watched the neighbor act out the end of “Old Yeller” after their dog (a HUGE Chow) bit the second person in 3 days. I saw the initial “corrections” that were taken when the dog bit their oldest son, requiring 15 stiches. Two days later he bit the wife’s nephew. I never knew how many stiches were required for the second bite. But the whole neighborhood witnessed the final “correction”. Very graphic.
That’s a bit fucked up! The neighbor didn’t want to spring for a vet to euthanize it? Shit…
A 9mm round is WAY cheaper than a shot of “go to sleep juice”. Always has been. By the way, the dad never wanted the dog and in later years atmitted he was scared of it.
I worked for the Census Bureau a few years back. Met all kinds, shapes and sizes of dogs. Only one bit me. That little SOB was one of those miniature teacup poodles. Nasty little shit. Probably weighed two pounds soaking wet, but he drew blood on the back of my leg. I don’t like any poodles.
I was walking our golden retriever in our neighborhood, when out of nowhere an akita attacked it and latched onto his neck. Wife started kicking it and I tried to pull them apart (our dog is totally passive, definitely not a fighter, he just laid there).
The akita somehow backed off (miracle) and left. Fortunately, nether the wife nor I were injured. But we did have to take our dog to the vet for shots and stiches.
Get this – the owner was a ‘reverend’ – in the likes of Jesse Jackson. His license plate on his big long Lincoln is ‘be holy’. Hmmm, his religious job juxtaposed with boarding a killer dog is intriguing.
The owners contacted us with a legal form saying they would pay any and all vet bills and medical bills IF we would agree not to notify authorities and/or tale legal action against them. That didn’t sound right. We declined.
After getting law enforcement involved, the dog and family were effectively put on probation. We learned that this dog had a history of killing cats and dogs in the neighborhood. fortunately he had not developed a taste for children -YET.
No one had successfully gotten them to take the dog away. We were lucky that a neighbor a few weeks later saw the dog roaming free, got video, and that was enough of a ‘parole violation’ that the county took the dog and destroyed it.
Still can’t get over the fact that a supposed ‘man of the cloth’ deliberately obstructed justice and allowed a known killer-dog to continually terrorize his neighborhood.
Since then I carry a hammer and a filet knife with me (both legal) when I’m walking the dog. Not taking any more chances.
My neighborhood is safer that the dog is no longer alive.
Jeff you owe it to your community to take legal action to ensure that this dog never attacks again. And that can only be assured by making it worm food.
Emergency room story – Back in the 90’s, I went through a bout with spinal meningitis. It was bad enough at one point that it warranted a visit to the emergency room at Thomas Hospital. I had a terrible headache, so they put me in a room by myself and turned the lights out. Well, right next door, I got to hear a young girl telling her mother that she hadn’t had a bowel movement in almost a month. They (apparently) began to DIG poop out of her with some sort of instrument. I kept picturing a spoon. I’ve never heard some of the hair curling screams in my life, that came out of that room. I could have sworn that they were filming a sequel to The Exorcist over there. Unreal, and I actually felt better, by hearing her feel worse.
A month? Damn. My girlfriends kid doesn’t poop for a day and she beats him with a sack of prunes.
When we lived in California one of the neighbor kids — a little girl — had a “four-foot impacted stool.” She was only about three feet tall, and had a four foot turd inside her. They almost had to do a C-Section.
Usually impactions are removed with the oldest tool around–a finger. 15 years as a nurse, and I’ve never had to dig out an impaction, a record I intend to keep going.
I forgot about a dog encounter I had not too long ago. I was walking toward the bridge I walk across every morning – and a big dog suddenly jumped towards me.
I didn’t see him as there is a building there – right next to the sidewalk.
As the dog began growling, I noticed he had a leash on, and suddenly a dirty looking girl appeared from under a blanket. She had been crashed out on the ground, holding onto the dog’s leash.
She looked at me as if I had disturbed her 7:00 am slumber on a set of broken up steps next to the building.
Weird stuff.
My last ER visit happened 3 years ago. I was putting dishes away and a tsunami of glass bakingware came flying out of the cabinet (my husband is right, I do tend to cram shit in cabinets). I took a Pyrex dish to a finger and immediately knew something was very wrong. As my four year old son comes in the kitchen, he screams, “The blood!” I apparently severed an artery in my finger. There was blood up walls, all over the floor, actually everywhere. By the time my husband and daughter got home I had cleaned up glass for the little guy but kind of felt like your son..needed to lay down and process it. I even got blood on the ceiling of the ER as the doctor yelled “Oh shit!” as he tried to stitch. To this day, if there are any loud noises or bangs in the kitchen, my son yells, “Mom, are you okay?” My husband is just happy I neatly stack shit up now. Good times….but lessons learned.
A “friend” of mine mowed yards for money in the summers. One of his customers had a huge German Shepherd, log chained to a tree in the backyard. My friend was leaving on vacation and I was going to mow his yards for him, so he took me around to show me the yards. When we got to yard with the dog, my buddy instructed me to make acquaintance with him by holding out my hand and approaching him slowly. The dog was about five feet away when he must have figured I was in range. From a sitting position the dog made up the five foot gap in the time I could turn and make one step, his jaws luckily only got my shirt and shorts, tearing both to shreds. Meanwhile my supposed bestie was rolling on the ground laughing. Turns out he was instructed to never go near the dog and just wanted to see what would happen. Fucker.
That would have traumatized me for life. Some of those German Shepards have heads the size of baby grand pianos for chrissakes.
My aunt siad it best “I’d never own a dog I couldn’t kick and kill immediately if I ever had to.”
this is what happens when people get a dog and tie it to a tree!! dogs should NEVER be routinely tied. it drives them insane—really and truly. if you were tied to a tree or stake day after day, i think you would be a little cranky too. don’t ever approach a dog that is tied or restrained in any way.
PS sorry about the secret, jeff. bites are the worst. i hope he feels better.
This would have been really good information 35 years ago. 😉
And I agree with you, why own a pet if it is just chained up in the backyard?
Glad the kid is OK.
Hoping Andy’s all right, and that that poodle’s life expectancy just ended. If legal authorities aren’t already involved, they should be.
Neighbors had two of those huge poodles and they were always super aggressive. If you got anywhere near their property, they would flip the f*ck out. The big ones are known to be super aggressive…even without being rescues. Hope all is ok.
Hope your son heals up fast and doesn’t need rabies shots! And I hope the proper authorities do something about the dog.
Last time I was in the ER was because I had cut open my hand (deep enough to cause lasting nerve damage) while trying to open a damn pack of cheddar cheese. In the ER waiting room I found myself sitting next to another fellow who had lost a battle with a circular saw. From there we pretty much reenacted that scene from Jaws where Quint and Hooper compare scars from previous injuries (I’ve had more stitches than I care to admit to, mostly from being a dumbass). At least neither of us had a any shark stories.
Couple of years ago playing golf. After ripping a prodigious drive down the center of the fairway this woman walks over and asked if I’d like to have some golf balls she had found. I said “that’s nice” and as I reached for them her pitbull thar was sitting at her feet with absolutely no warning jumped up and tried to rip off my nose. Opened it up like a butterflied shrimp. Her Homeowners insurance company paid for my daughter and me to spend two weeks in Tuscany. Good hands indeed.
Holy shit, these are some hair-raising stories!
Jeff, I’m glad The Boy is OK, and I’ll join the chorus of “talk to a lawyer”. Seriously, if the neighbors’ dog is attacking people, you just can’t have that.
I’ve never been to the ER for myself, but have taken the (thankfully ex-) wife once or twice for her “mental issues”. I did get attacked by dogs twice that I can recall, both as a kid. One dog belonged to the next-door neighbor when we had just moved into a new house, and there was no fence between the back yards. The other time was when I was bicycling and some random dog chased me and sank a fang into the back of my leg. No stitches, but I still have the scar 45 years later.
When I was 15 or 16 my parents adopted a Standard Poodle. These are big dogs, maybe the size of a lab or a little bigger. Thankfully this one was a totally non-aggressive… well, doofus.
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Hopefully your son is fine, and the dog is taken care of.
I mentioned this story before–the last time I was in the ER was when I was too cheap to actually go to the dentist when I bit down on something…I’m not sure what–it was probably a walnut or something. After a month of occasional pain, one day whilst at work I feel a lump alongside my jaw. Sure enough, it was an abscess. I felt the lump around 12, went home at 4, and was delirious and bedridden by 4:30. Went to the ER to receive “Oxycontin” and “morphine,” neither of which worked worth a fuck. I got more relief from the candy coated fake Tylenol PM I kept popping. And as I said before, Rush Limbaugh and Bela Lugosi must’ve had WAY better shit than I did.
Sorry to hear , have that poodle put down. Hope the boy and black lips are ok.
Fly me there and I will talk to your neighbor
And “take care” of the poodle
One day as I was about to leave work and head home, I got a call from my neighbor telling me her little Shih Tzu (probably 8 lbs. tops) had bitten my son on his face. She said for me not to be alarmed, that it wasn’t too bad, but she just wanted to let me know. Russ has noticed them walking by our condo and reached down to pet the dog, at which time she jumped on him. I got home about 20 minutes later and was shocked to see the gash on my son’s cheek. It was probably 2″ long and the flesh was protruding from the wound. My son was maybe 10 years old at the time so this was a big wound on his little face. I immediately rushed him to a minor emergency clinic nearby and they refused to stitch the wound; said he needed a more qualified plastic surgeon to do the work. They sent me to the ER and called ahead to have a plastic surgeon waiting for us. Needless to say, my neighbor paid all medical costs and I never saw that little bastard of a dog outside again. Still makes me mad when I think about it!
I was bitten in the face (actually, in the mouth) by a crazed, elderly corgi-like dog. You wouldn’t believe how badly it hurt, too! The laceration crossed the threshold from my lower lip (the colored part) into my normal skin and much ado was made about REQUIRING a plastic surgeon to repair that injury, since the scarring can lead to a “notch” appearing in the threshold of my lip (zoiks – that sounds like a death sentence to an 18 year old girl).
OF course, the plastic surgeon on call was in another emergency situation and it ended up I just got a regular ol’ doctor who promised me I wouldn’t end up a freak. I was scared. Fortunately, he did a great job and I only have a faint line that makes me look like I may have been a bad ass gang member at some time in my past.
Glad your son is ok!
Hoping #1son heals quickly. So brave and cool of him to jump in and defend Blacklips. Badass
Wow! Sorry to hear that. Get well soon, Secret!
UPDATE: The neighbors were visited by some sort of authority figure today (a cop? I’m not sure, I heard this second-hand through Toney). They had to provide proof that the dog is up to date on its shots (it is), and were told they had one more chance. If the dog is seen outside off a leash, or if there’s another incident, it will be removed from the home and destroyed. The neighbors are also sending the beast to some kind of “behavior specialist,” but I don’t put much faith in that mumbo-jumbo. Anyway, they’re being cooperative and apologetic. And the boy saw the doctor this morning, and everything looks fine. He’ll be back to playing White Stripes riffs in no time.
Poodles are rat bastards