Post by bubonicapple on Jun 29, 2008 12:38:57 GMT -5
Chaplin and Lucy get out for a walk every evening, since there's a park right down on the waterfront. Lucy is a walker, but Chaplin roots himself to the spot and sniffs - when it's time to drag our butts outside, we call it taking Lucy for a walk and taking Chaplin out for a stand...
Risks have been made painfully clear to us already. Chaplin was recently attacked by a terrier during his walk - I've been vigilant for dogs since day one, having owned three terriers myself in the past, I know what little punks they can be (big dogs in little dog bodies!), and sure enough, this white terrier stole up, unleashed, silent as the grave, and immediately seized Chaplin by the back. I kicked the dog away and he dropped Chaplin, who darted off down the sidewalk about ten feet before collapsing on his side, and while I ran after him my lady kept the dog at bay. I wasn't thinking clearly, I didn't bother waiting for the owner to appear, and I picked Chaplin up and wrapped him up in my hoodie and ran home. Angele (my lady) appeared about twenty minutes after me, and told me the dog had been owned by a very young boy.
Chaplin is better now (one tearful, hysterical vet trip later), he bled out quite a bit that first night and was extremely tensed, his normally soft tummy was rock-hard which had me terrified of internal damage, but he just suffered an awful scare and a hard bite to the skin of his back. He's all healed up, but since then and quite understandably, he's been timid on his walks - he loves getting outside, but he just plain won't sniff around unless I'm sitting nearby; anything suspicious has him diving into my lap to duck-and-cover.
Risks have been made painfully clear to us already. Chaplin was recently attacked by a terrier during his walk - I've been vigilant for dogs since day one, having owned three terriers myself in the past, I know what little punks they can be (big dogs in little dog bodies!), and sure enough, this white terrier stole up, unleashed, silent as the grave, and immediately seized Chaplin by the back. I kicked the dog away and he dropped Chaplin, who darted off down the sidewalk about ten feet before collapsing on his side, and while I ran after him my lady kept the dog at bay. I wasn't thinking clearly, I didn't bother waiting for the owner to appear, and I picked Chaplin up and wrapped him up in my hoodie and ran home. Angele (my lady) appeared about twenty minutes after me, and told me the dog had been owned by a very young boy.
Chaplin is better now (one tearful, hysterical vet trip later), he bled out quite a bit that first night and was extremely tensed, his normally soft tummy was rock-hard which had me terrified of internal damage, but he just suffered an awful scare and a hard bite to the skin of his back. He's all healed up, but since then and quite understandably, he's been timid on his walks - he loves getting outside, but he just plain won't sniff around unless I'm sitting nearby; anything suspicious has him diving into my lap to duck-and-cover.