BITES

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This is a Gallery of dogs who have bitten me. Bitten me seriously enough to require either being off work for a day or two or requiring a visit to the ER.

The first bite and one of the worst I got working for the Vet, where these things are considered part of the package, was a blonde cocker spaniel. It destroyed for all times any warm and cuddly feelings I might have for ANY cocker, as unfair as that might be.
This was a cocker known to bite, but I was new and they forgot to put the neon red WILL BITE sticker on his cage card. So when I was asked to bring the dog up, I simply opened his kennel door, reached in, and he bit me three times, in ascending order up my arm. None were gentle, none were warnings. These were full-blown dog bites.
My arm was the size of Popeye's for about a week. Doc washed everything out with betadine, bandaged me up with ointment, and my Dr put me on anti-biotics which of course gave me a raging yeast infection which was almost worst than the bite.
Eventually, this dog bit the groomer in the face, getting clear inside her cheek. That particular groomer groomed the dog, but she was out forever. Then he bit the Grandson of the owner. Bad move. Even the owner knew it was a step too far and the dog, Rusty, was put down.

The Chows are certainly interesting. I did not get bitten by any Chows because I was incredibly cautious around them. Great with their families, a dog who mistrusts stangers more than Chows has not been bred. Chows automatically are muzzled. And it is hard, because of their heavy coats and short faces they overheat in a new york minute. They die in grooming if you put a cage dryer on them. They go berserk in the tubs. They fight everything you do, and I really mean that. Everything. The nice Chows we had in, I can count on one hand. So they got sedated, which increased the possibility of overheating.
This one, the one I am thinking of, was coming off sedation in the tub. The bather was an inexperienced woman of exceptionally poor brain skills. I told her repeatedly to keep her hands away from the dog's mouth but in spite of that she did not, and the dog reflexively grabbed her thumb. And shook it. And shook it, and would not let go. I mean, WOULD NOT let go.
Now to be honest there is more to this story.
This particular woman had already earned my disrespect and my analysis of her was that she was basically useless in the kennel. But the dog would not let go of that thumb, and she was screaming and screaming and crying-- she was a great big woman.
Doc ran back and pried the dog's mouth open. The woman ran into the treatment area and threw herself on the floor screaming, crying and kicking her feet.
Ok. I'll be honest here. Lacking a lot of sympathy (I TOLD HER) I went up and kicked her leg and said "Oh shut up and get up and let's see the thumb."
Well laaa...it did turn out to be broken, but she quit crying and screaming and acted like an adult after that.
I don't kick dogs, I kick people....

The Boston Terrier belonged to my neighbor. Sitting on their lawn waiting for my friend Susan to bring her Belgian over so we could go on a walk with her belgian and Cooper, I was petting the Boston when a car went by. I turned my head away. WHAMMO. Nasty, nasty bite.
I went home and tried to stop the bleeding. I WAS going on that walk. No, I didn't go. I spent the time in the ER. Phooey.

Pit Bulls.
Loaded name. One from across the street attacked my first Belgian when I was putting him in the car. She hit him and knocked him under the back end of the Saturn. I was screaming and kicking and kicking and kicking at her, and she backed off just enough for me to throw (I think it was Quiller) into the back hatch and slam it and then turned to face her. Deprived of her quarry, and with me raising holy hell, she retreated.

PitBull2.
SPCA impounded a pit and her litter. They were upstairs at the clinic in an iso ward. The workers had already had trouble with her and with the puppies, which were about 5 weeks old, with aggression.
I was at work early.
I was bathing a beagle, Cindy I think. Her owner often came very early to pick her up. I did not think anyone else was there.
I had Cindy in the tub when I heard nails hitting the floor. I turned and saw this Pit bitch coming very purposefully across the room, tail wagging. I was not fooled. I grabbed Cindy (maybe it was Chloe) and lifted her out of the tub, pressing her and my front against a wall as hard as I dared. I have no idea how I knew this was a terribly dangerous situation, but I knew. The pit lunged and grabbed my forearm, hanging on and yanking. I let go of the Beagle. Instant the Pit was on her back, chewing at her neck, trying to get a hold. I grabbed the pit and fell on the two of them. I was screaming for help. SCREAMING. I kept my hands under the pits head pulling her back. The beagle screaming, me screaming, the pit silent, chewing, trying to get a better hold on the beagle's neck.
Suddenly the door flew open and one of the Vets appeared. She grabbed the pit around the throat and began to choke her, but the pit would not let go.

I will not go into details. The pit died there in hallway. The Beagle battered but basically ok, her owner standing in the hall, stunned into silence and shock. We had to kill the pit to get her to let go.
I will not discuss the puppies, which had already begun to growl and snap.

                                        I love my Bassets!!!