Saturday, July 19, 2008

Thought of the day

Sitting in the floral armchair in the corner of the study, F is bent over a 'Healthy Eating' find-a-word in his North Melbourne Football Club Activity Book. I am checking my emails and carrying on a half-assed, half-to-myself monologue.

"Mum," he says matter-of factly, temporarily abandoning his search for the word 'lettuce', "You worry too much."
"About what?"
"About everything."

I take him by the hand and lead him back to the lounge room, where we huddle over the activity book together on the couch, looking for various fruits and vegetables together until we have circled them all.

**

Less than an hour earlier, the Evil dog bit our next-door neighbour on the face while he gently stroked his fur, sitting cross-legged by the heater. Evil barked frenetically as I leapt from the couch to stand between them, then chased him into the laundry. When I got back, blood was spilling down Boy Next Door's cheek in a bright stream as he sat, stunned, where I had left him. It was 10 long minutes before he could remove the red spotted tissue I'd handed him and follow me to the bathroom for a band-aid. His cheek was pink with smeared blood and had to be wiped clean with a face washer.

The Husband was the one who had to explain to his mother what had happened, including the assurance that we will get rid of the dog.

We will pick up Boy Next Door for Auskick in the morning and I am dreading looking her in the face.

I wonder if she, like me now, is awake at 2am, trying not to think about how much worse things could have been if BND had turned his head and the dog had bitten his eye.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh boy. What a hideous thing to happen. Some dogs just have to be kindly put down. It's awful, but you're right. It could've been so much worse. I hope things are ok with the next door neighbours today.
(Just thought to say also that I'm a massive dog lover... I used to breed and show cavaliers for years before I had the kids. My initial remark wasn't intended to be nasty; just sadly realistic. Hugs.)
I've also given you an award. Hope it goes with the decor.

Ariel said...

No, I agree! We should have put him down ages ago.

River said...

I had to put down one of my dogs a few years ago. He bit me and since there were many small children in our street at the time I thought it best not to take chances. Haven't had a dog since.
Came over here from Blurb from the Burbs.

Anna Hatfield said...

It is a heartbreaking thing to have to do. The decision is never an easy one - but at least the decision has been made simpler with a (comparatively) small incident.

Kath Lockett said...

Oh shit. Like River, I've been there too. We had a blue heeler - Tess - who loved us with a heart of a lion. Sadly, she hated everyone else.

When muzzled, she smacked into a sitting child's face, clearly trying to bite her. The very next day, my husband walked Tess to the vet to get her put down as we knew that the RSPCA would assess her as not suitable to give to anyone else.

He told me he cried as he walked back home with an empty lead. I sobbed at my work desk for a week. It's a hard decision to make, but the right one.

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