I am so glad that You, your husband and Cricket are OK. You're lucky the bull mastiff did not attack your husband, Im surprised he did not, actually. I have had this happen to me so many times to our dogs. Thankfully it always ends up bad for the other dog/dogs. They go into fight mode right away, which does not make them great at meeting other dogs, but after this happening so many times, I don't trust the other dogs either. If I just have one dog with me, I scoop him up in my arms and that has worked well so far.
My dogs are trying to kill me!
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Help! Cory and Jayden are determined to break my neck, if not actually kill me. They much prefer doing the B-500 through the house rather in the yard. They will do a loop through one kitchen door, through the living room, through the dining room and through the other kitchen door. In the living room they will go over end tables, the sofa, chairs….whatever lies in their way. Twice in the last 2 weeks they have clipped me behind the knee and sent me up into the air. The first time, I actually landed on Jayden and I was afraid I'd injured him. :eek: This time, I hit the hardwood floor in the dining room and bruised my hip, lower back, and left shoulder. Larry came in and asked why I was lying on the floor and I told him I was assessing all my body parts….especially my hip. I am sore and starting to stiften up and I'm beginning to suspect a conspracy on their part. I keep reminding them that if they kill me before DH retires, they will have to spend the better part of their day in their crates.
Pat
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When mine were younger, they acted that way. Now, they just try and drag me to my doom when we are out on leash, especially heading into the dog park. "Don't kill me!" is my standard cry.
Hope your hip (and various other aching parts) is better. Ice packs alternating with heating pads, lots of ibuproffen, and good red wine is my solution. -
Hope your hip (and various other aching parts) is better. Ice packs alternating with heating pads, lots of ibuproffen, and good red wine is my solution.
I figure tomorrow is when I'll really feel it. But I definitely like your medical advice and I plan to follow it to the letter this evening!!! Oh my….it is almost evening; I'd better get started.
Pat
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How's the pain today Pat??
I'm glad the B's don't act that way here, the ibizan does it sometimes but she always is careful with me and the other "living" things around her..
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I'm definitely better this morning….slightly stiff and a little sore but otherwise, okay. Last night before I went to bed I identified a few more sore spots. Meanwhile, Cory and Jayden sit there and look soooooooo innocent! In fact, yesterday after they knocked me to the ground, they stood over me as if to say: "Uh, would you mind getting up and moving? You are in the middle of our race track!"
Pat
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Ouch! I'm glad you're feeling better.
I clear the way when mine start going…especially because my 65 lb Vizsla thinks he's a basenji and flies through the house and bounces off the furniture right behind A & C.
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Been there, done that far too many times to count. Basenjis have a knack for hitting just the right spot behind the knee to send a human flying. I feel your pain and hope you feel better soon.
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Hope you feel better soon - maybe you need to wear hockey padding around your legs
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Yes, my dogs have definitely tried to take me out before…strangely it is always the same ones. Bella knocked me down during my first pregnancy...she ran right into my leg and took it out from under me...for a minute I thought my ankle was broken...but all was fine. Then, as some of you know, I fell down during my last pregnancy trying to save a woodchuck from her and her son, Hippo. All turned out well with that episode as well.
But for some reason, she and Hippo lack that ability to say 'I am about to run into something'...or maybe they just don't care....beautiful...but not too bright
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Yesterday Larry was entertaining our 3 and 5 y/o grandsons by letting the dogs chase a laser pointer. He rarely does it because the dogs, especially Jayden, go so nuts for it. (Cory eventually tires of chasing it and sits down and watches Jayden go bonkers.) The boys were sitting on the floor and Jayden was so focused on the laser that he ran into the 5 y/o's head with his head. He hit him hard enough to put a little bruise on his cheek bone.
So much for that game!Did the woodchuck survive the experience with Bella and Hippo? Or is it over the bridge running in the fields with Redmund's 2 deer?
Pat
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Yesterday Larry was entertaining our 3 and 5 y/o grandsons by letting the dogs chase a laser pointer. He rarely does it because the dogs, especially Jayden, go so nuts for it. (Cory eventually tires of chasing it and sits down and watches Jayden go bonkers.) The boys were sitting on the floor and Jayden was so focused on the laser that he ran into the 5 y/o's head with his head. He hit him hard enough to put a little bruise on his cheek bone.
So much for that game!Did the woodchuck survive the experience with Bella and Hippo? Or is it over the bridge running in the fields with Redmund's 2 deer?
Pat
Actually, it DID survive. It is really a crazy story, and one that I will NEVER forget, nor will our twins, since it brought about their arrival into the world! I can't remember if I told the story here…but I will try to summarize...
I heard a wierd noise outside, dog noise...mom and kid who have never fought...opened the door, and they each had one end of an adolescent woodchuck. So I grabbed both of their collars and started to pull them off of him (I, giant in my eighth month of twin pregnancy). I got them away from the hog, but then fell off our little back porch...onto my stomach! I had to let the dogs go, in order to get back up...and at that point, the woodchuck dashed into our family room, and of course they followed. At this point Querk was just like 'wth? why would I want to mess with that?' So I levered my way up, and went in to find them trying to pull the wc apart again in the family room..of course everyone was screaming..dogs, rodent, me..etc. Finally got them off of him again, and got the dogs into their crates...closed Querk outside...woodchuck is yelling at ME (hello..I saved your butt!) So I just left him in the family room to go call my doctor and Tim....doctor said go to hospital to be monitored, Tim came home..and to make a long story not quite as long, rustled the woodchuck into a dog crate with a broom and snow shovel. Took that crate outside (front yard this time!!), and WC skedaddled away when he opened the door. We had never before, and never since seen a wood chuck in our yard....just strange. The babies were born that night...but may well have been even if I hadn't fallen...I was having contractions prior to the fall. We sometimes call the babies Woody and Chucky
Bella had a shallow bite on her cheek...and that was the only blood drawn that day, well, except for the scrapes I had from falling face first on the patio! It could have been so much worse for everyone involved! -
Well, heck - a big congrats to you on the birth of your human liter AND your new unusual pet woodchuck.
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OMG..with the knowledge that you and the babies (and the woodchuck) did fine, that is one of the funniest dog stories I've heard. The mental picture of that whole scenerio is just too funny!
Pat
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…...I had to google "woodchuck".
I almost didn't tell you all that.
My excuse for this kind of cluelessness is usually "They don't live in Hawaii"
Great story....glad you and the babies were ok.
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OMG…what a visual from that story. :D:D:D
I'm trying to picture how I would react to a woodchuck in the house...knowing how I react to a simple little field mouse. :eek: We have woodchucks that dine on clover on our lawn in the summer. Ruby & Brando go NUTS if they look out the window and see one...so I can only imagine your scenario.
Good on you for keeping a cool head in the face of all of it!
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Funny funny story - after the fact of course.
Although we do occasionally get woodchucks (same as groundhogs for those of you in the eastern states) and lots of other creatures, I haven't seen one in quite awhile here. However, my first basenji caught a young muskrat/marshrat who was stupidly trying to cut through our yard and treated him just like he did his toys - " few quick snaps and the stuffing started flying".
