| Scarlet Begonia is an Evil Bitch |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|10:38 am] |
She's twice the size of any dog at the park that isn't also a Great Dane, but she's not one of those mellow Great Danes that goes all "Violence is not the answer, dude" when things get tense. Hell, she makes sure things get tense.
Two days in a row, she was menacing Mama's Lil Fucker, who was trying to play nicely and then just plain trying to escape, but she kept rolling him, then pinning him, then nipping at him til he managed to roll out from under her and run away. The second day she started that stuff, she had another dog - some kind of herding mix - helping her flank Banzai whenever he'd try to get away from her. I stepped in to yell at her when she got her jaws around his throat after he'd already said uncle. That was Tuesday, late afternoon. His neck was sore all day yesterday.
Just when we were starting to walk back to the car, Scarlet Begonia, wearing a pink kerchief and pink collar in a flagrant show of false advertising, decided Wilbur was looking a little bit uppity and should be taken down a peg. She knocked him over, rolled him and was attacking his belly when her owner finally decided she was being too rough and called her off. I didn't see any wounds on Wilbur right away, but he wouldn't let me check him over, either, so we just left. We didn't notice any bleeding til an hour or so after the fight, so it's possible he'd been licking away the blood at first. We got him into the vet's yesterday and they knocked him out so they could clean and stitch up the almost 2"-wide and very deep gash That Evil Bitch put near his ribcage. They had to slice him open a bit more to get everything thoroughly cleaned out, so now he has a 6" row of stitches.
While Wilbur was undergoing that, I called up Banzai's in-laws and huzzah! they happened to be home and were willing to meet up for a conjugal visit for our kids at our old neighborhood dog park. Banzai behaved himself a lot better this time than the last time he saw Cassidy (treated her like a jungle gym, no Hi Hello, Howarya, Lookin Good Mamacita or nothin, just a running leap and frantic humping, which pissed her right the hell off), so she was happy to hang out with him as long as he was behaving. She took a running leap at me when she first saw me, and you've never been loved on til an adult Newfoundland had taken a running hug at you. I was lucky to escape without injury or broken nails, and I didn't even have any mini hamburgers on me. I love that dog. Pics of the conjugal visit later, for all the dog lovers who are also pervy like that. No fapping, though!
Two hours later, Banzai was back home, too exhausted to tear anything up while being left all alone (my fiendish plan worked!) and I was able to go pick up The Weeb. The front desk returned $20 from the $200 deposit, which was a huge relief and a welcome surprise. Last time Wilbur needed vet care on the quick, it was a thousand dollar ordeal. www.PlannedPethoodPlus.com is good. Only one vet there has ever tried to upsell, and he was easy to brush off.
Wilbur's getting lots of rest, taking his meds like a good boy, and is feeling spry enough to go outside and bark at Banzai enough to keep Banzai happily running in circles around Big Brother.
I did go back to the dog park last night to look for Scarlet Begonia and her mom to show them the vet bill. She wasn't there, so I left my number with one of the other Great Dane owners and told her what happened. They always hang out together, so I don't know if I can count on them to be reliable witnesses if I make a report to Animal Control. She said, "Are you sure they weren't just playing?" Here's the vet bill, lady, so you tell me. I'm giving Erin, Scarlet's irresponsible, can't-pick-out-a-decent-dog-name-for-shit, thinks-pink-is-a-social-statement, your-dog-must've-started-it mama til Friday to contact me and then I'm filing a report. I'm also bringing a cattle prod with me next time I take the boys there and her dog is there. I had no idea what I was going to do when I saw her pony-sized monster on top of Wilbur, and a cattle prod may give us half a chance at stopping the violence. Or just driving across town to another dog park and avoiding the one a few blocks from us. Grr. That woman's got no business atall bring her precious angel anywhere there's other dogs. |
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