Down and Dirty: Canine, Feline Smackdowns
When Penny was alive (with Zoe, Peanut and Tramp) she'd snore louder than a 747's engine, so I'd have to pick up all 50-plus pounds of her and carry her from the bedroom to the living room pet bed. She'd usually never wake up, either. Once, she was sleeping next to Zoe, and when I picked her up, she yelped, as she was old and arthritic, and I must have hurt her a bit. That yelp shocked Zoe awake and into protection mode, and she leaped up and bit Penny's back as I was holding her baby-style...and she wouldn't let go! So I'm holding a 50+ pound beagle, with another 40 pound dog hanging on. Penny's yelping,I'm screaming an Zoe's growling. The boss comes running, Zoe lets go, and Penny ended up with a nice slice on her back.
Zoe and Tramp had a similar incident over a chewie. That was on Thanksgiving, and I had to take Tramp in the next day for stitches. Luckily, once any two dogs had a smackdown, that was the end of future smackdowns. Tramp and Zoe had a few more close calls, but nothing serious.
Then the infamous Christmas dinner of 2004. I had three guests over, a senior couple and a single friend with her dog. That morning I had stabbed myself in the wrist trying to get the plastic wrap off of a ham. It hurt like hell, but I carried on. I normally feed the dogs twice a day, but with the festivities, I had forgotten to feed them their afternoon meal. All the five dogs were hanging out in the kitchen, Scooter and Peanut right by the island, when I dropped a piece of ham as I was cleaning up leftovers. They both went for it and then each other. Scooter latched on to Peanut's ear and they both were growling and snarling like rabid Cujos. I know the BEST thing to do to break up a dog fight is to throw water on them, which I did from a pitcher. They stopped for a second as The Boss charged in like a mad bull, but then they went at it again. Peanut was bleeding, I was screaming. I needed more water. So I grabbed the dishpan full of dirty water and tossed it. Unfortunately, most of it landed on The Boss and then the floor.
Peanut had a few holes in his ear, one clean through, but I stopped the bleeding. As the guests were leaving and I apologized for the ruckus, the neighbor husband said, "Oh, I just thought it was part of the show."
One more good one: I was on the bed, and both Zoe and Scooter jumped up for attention and for some reason, they bumped heads and got into it like mad. It lasted only a second, but guess what? Zoe had bitten through her lip and her tooth was stuck there. Can you friggin' believe it? I had to take her to the vet the next morning, and then I had to flush that nasty hole (picture above) with medicine. After the plug of gunk came out a few days later, was that a good thing? Yes, because it was healing, and no, because she got her tooth back through the hole somehow and had to go BACK to the vet. This time he put stitches in, which he couldn't do before because he said an infection could brew inside, and it had to be flushed with antibiotic ointment first.
In the picture above, Zoe and Peanut are just wrestling. Those two have never had a spat. So tell all about YOUR horror stories, and then I won't feel like the bad mother of some very bad dogs! The cats have had some hissy fits, but no injuries or expensive trips to the vet!
posted by Sandy at 3/07/2007 08:29:00 AM