This morning I had my day planned out. I was going to get out some material and start a cross stitch for a friend of my daughter in law, then after lunch we would go to the movie "Into the Storm" as Thursday is movie day for us. I even have coupons for a free soda and pop corn.
We walked the dogs as usual. After a stroll on the street John takes them both back behind our house by the railroad track for a walk in the grass. I continued to walk on the street but heard a terrible racket from the dogs. Like any brother and sister they do have their little tiffs but this sounded worse than usual.
"What in the world was that all about?" I asked John when they returned to the street.
They had been really sniffing hard at some scent in the bushes. Lula happened to move too close to the place Jack was sniffing and he went after her. Because they were both on leashes she couldn't get away from him.
John stuck his leg between them to break them up but instead he got scratched and nipped. Blood was running down his leg from this.
Then he grabbed both of them to get them apart and got a few nips and scratches on his arm. Blood was running down his arm too.
Lula had a big open gash on her ear and blood was running down her neck.
Jack was loping along in his usual manner oblivious to all the havoc he had caused with a look on his face that said "Who, Me??" I told him he was in deep do-do.
I called the vet's office and she said to bring Lula right in. I called the doctor, told the nurse about John's encounter, assured her that the dogs have had their shots and that it was both our dogs in the fight, and that there were no deep puncture wounds. I thought he might need an antibiotic but she said keep the wounds clean and dry and call back if they turned red and looked like an infection was starting.
Jack did look a little sorry when we left for the vets but I don't know if he was sorry for what he did or sorry he wasn't getting to go for a ride too.
When we went to the vets John had three big band aids on his arm and two on his leg which was still bleeding from a long scratch. Our vet laughed and said he could tell who got the worst of that fight.
Lula spent the morning there getting stitches in her little ear. She has pain medication and an antibiotic to take for a few days. When we got home and let Jack inside she began kissing him on the face as if to say "It's okay, I forgive you." Jack gave her the sniffer test wondering where she had been.
She walks around with her head tilted to the left like she's wondering why her ear hurts so bad.
I didn't get to start the cross stitch and I didn't go to the movie because I didn't want to leave Lula. This day did not turn out like I planned.
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