Found out today that I can scream bloody murder (and I now really understand that phrase) when Neo and Remo are in danger. We were walking today in our neighborhood as we do daily, weather permitting. We'd reached the turn back point when I saw a tiny unleashed Yorkie skedaddle across the street and up the road in the general direction we were heading. The game was afoot.
We followed the Yorkie til the pup peeled off into an unfenced yard and ran to the back door. I was hoping that was home so we went around to the front door, rang and knocked with no response but I heard someone come down the inside stairs and then what sounded like the back door open and close. With still no response, I went to look in the back again and no visible Yorkie. I could only hope the pup was home.
We found ourselves on a block we don't usually walk so I'm not as familiar with the potential hazards. We were coming up to a house which had two madly barking dogs at the glass storm door. They were barking and leaping on the door when it sprang open and they sprang loose, racing towards my boys with clearly no good intentions. I was screaming at them as they approached with no effect. They hit like an F5 tornado.
Remo managed to distance himself at the end of his leash but Neo applied himself to my leg as they hit. He was screaming, I was screaming, I was trying to get him out of reach, keep an eye on Remo, hope that help would come, wondering if I should be kicking the attackers. As I got Neo up, the two were biting Neo's feet and legs. Help came.
The missus came out and got control of hers rather quickly. And, no, not a visibly pit type. The larger looked something of a medium sized village dog undecipherable mix, well muscled, and the smaller looked chihuahuaesque. Missus and Mister were very apologetic and saying the right things. Mister was a bit extreme in his solution, saying he would have his dogs killed asap. Missus managed him and he ended saying he'd just hide them so they wouldn't be taken away and killed. I told him neither solution was needed but he felt no one could be trusted to keep their word.
There was blood so I called DH and we decided to go directly to the ER vet. Neo has one for sure small puncture wound on his leg. Per the doc, there might be more but believes probably not. Wound cleaned, no stitching, no bandages, no xray, RX for antibiotics and back at home a while ago. Otherwise, he and Remo seem to have recovered from the initial trauma.
I also have a small scratch, the full poop bag was shredded so Neo ended up getting some of his own back. This could have easily been so much worse. It wasn't. For that, I'm grateful.
Back at home
We followed the Yorkie til the pup peeled off into an unfenced yard and ran to the back door. I was hoping that was home so we went around to the front door, rang and knocked with no response but I heard someone come down the inside stairs and then what sounded like the back door open and close. With still no response, I went to look in the back again and no visible Yorkie. I could only hope the pup was home.
We found ourselves on a block we don't usually walk so I'm not as familiar with the potential hazards. We were coming up to a house which had two madly barking dogs at the glass storm door. They were barking and leaping on the door when it sprang open and they sprang loose, racing towards my boys with clearly no good intentions. I was screaming at them as they approached with no effect. They hit like an F5 tornado.
Remo managed to distance himself at the end of his leash but Neo applied himself to my leg as they hit. He was screaming, I was screaming, I was trying to get him out of reach, keep an eye on Remo, hope that help would come, wondering if I should be kicking the attackers. As I got Neo up, the two were biting Neo's feet and legs. Help came.
The missus came out and got control of hers rather quickly. And, no, not a visibly pit type. The larger looked something of a medium sized village dog undecipherable mix, well muscled, and the smaller looked chihuahuaesque. Missus and Mister were very apologetic and saying the right things. Mister was a bit extreme in his solution, saying he would have his dogs killed asap. Missus managed him and he ended saying he'd just hide them so they wouldn't be taken away and killed. I told him neither solution was needed but he felt no one could be trusted to keep their word.
There was blood so I called DH and we decided to go directly to the ER vet. Neo has one for sure small puncture wound on his leg. Per the doc, there might be more but believes probably not. Wound cleaned, no stitching, no bandages, no xray, RX for antibiotics and back at home a while ago. Otherwise, he and Remo seem to have recovered from the initial trauma.
I also have a small scratch, the full poop bag was shredded so Neo ended up getting some of his own back. This could have easily been so much worse. It wasn't. For that, I'm grateful.
Back at home