We are at the Vet’s now. Will update.
Bailey and I were walking along in our neighborhood, when a Bull Dog came running out at us. The Bull Dog was wearing his collar and leash. (The dog sitter was told: He can’t go out without a leash!) Yes, but a person should be attached to the leash….
The dog ran out, and growled. Bailey growled back, but then the dog got a hold of Bailey’s ear and would not let go. I tried to pull the dog off, yelling “HELLLP HELLP” until finally the dog let go, and I found myself holding the dog by his collar.
I called 911 of course, and the poor man had no patience for me. “A dog just attacked my dog; can you send Animal Control?”
“No, can you write down this number and call them?” he replied.
I’m standing in the middle of the road, an attack dog in one hand, the phone in the other, no pencil, no pen, no notebook. Um, no. I cannot write the number down.
“I’m sorry. I can’t write it down. Can you connect me?” He said he would call them and have them call me.
It turns out, the owners are away on vacation, and the dog sitter let the dog out. Anywhoo, I am not supposed to divulge much information.
I took Bailey to the vet. He was checked over, got medicines, and of course the Dome of Shame so that he does not pick at that ear.
This is not how I planned to spend today. Bailey is resting for the remainder of the day.