Friday, June 29, 2012

When Dogs Attack...

So Wednesday was a really rough day. 

Kylie and I headed to the day care this morning so I could start my shift at 7:30 a.m.  Around 10:20 a.m. I take a bathroom break and as I'm heading back to my classroom, the administrative assistant finds me and hands me the phone.

"It's your husband and he says it's an emergency."

So I knew it couldn't be good.  Rex hates, hates, hates calling my work, he is much more a texting guy. 

Turns out, he went out for a jog this morning and as he headed past our neighbor's house, jogging ON THE COUNTY ROAD mind you, two of their pitbulls ran out of the yard straight for him, and without warning the female attacked his leg.  He was so shocked that the first thing he did was raise his arms above his head and scream some obscenities at them.  This caused the male to run back into his yard (which is not fenced by the way) and at least got the female to let go of his leg and back up a couple of feet. 

The neighbor lady, meanwhile, was standing on the porch, doing nothing.  So Rex was like, "Hey, your dog just bit me. Does it have all of it's shots?"  And the lady first tries to deny that her dog bit him and makes him come closer because her "eyes aren't so good," even though she well under thirty.  So Rex comes closer, and lo and behold, there's a huge bite mark on his leg.  "Oh, of course she has her shots."  Rex tells her he's going to go to the doctor to treat the bite. 
And then it just gets better.  She doesn't want him to go to the doctor so guess what, she offers him a frigging blunt.  Yeah, here guy, take some marijuana, so I don't have to pay your medical bills.  Wonderful.  Rex says thanks but no thanks, he'll go to the doctor and let her know how it goes.

He gets home and is steaming mad.  Here he is going for a frigging jog around the neighborhood and gets attacked by a stupid dog.  These dogs have already attacked two of my sister in laws dogs and get into our yard on a weekly business.  So he calls animal control to report the dog and ends up getting the one in the next town over.  They say to call our towns public safety dispatch.  They say that he is outside the city limits and to call county dispatch.  He finally gets a hold of some one at county and they end up sending out a sheriff deputy to take a statement from him and look at the bit.  Rex tells him how he was going for a jog, the dog attacked him, blah blah blah.  Doesn't mention that the frigging owner offered him a joint or anything, he doesn't want to start shit with them since his sister and her boyfriend own the house and everything.  He just states that his main concern is the dog being up to date on its shots, since he wasn't too keen on taking the lady's word for granted.  The deputy gives him his card with the case number and takes down where we are going to go to get the bite treated and lets us know that the neighbor is completely liable for his medical expenses.

We go to the hospital a couple towns over since the local medical clinic won't see him since it wasn't his own dog that bit him.  Luckily it was not busy at all and we were in and out in about 2 hours.  All the doctor could do was flush out and clean the wounds, they couldn't stitch it up because of the risk of infection.  The doctor also prescribed a heavy duty antoibiotic.  We left, picked Kylie up from the daycare, and then headed home. 

The sheriff called Rex back in the early evening to let us know that the neighbors supposedly found out that the dog's rabies vaccine was several months expired but couldn't provide proof of the vaccination.  So the dog gets quarantined for ten days, and Rex and I head back to the hospital per doctors orders.  Rex has to go through the series of five shots to prevent a possible rabies infection and one has to be directly injected into the puncture wounds.  Yuck and yuck.

We finally get back home, so Kylie and I go out to the front yard so she can run around and burn off some of her energy, since it's finally cooled down some.  All of a sudden I heard someone calling my name.  It's one of the girls I work with at the restaurant and she's at the crackheads house.  I had talked to earlier when I called into the restaurant so I could take Rex in to get the rabies shot.  She asks how he's doing etc.  and I tell her all right, he just has to get the rabies shots and blah, blah, blah.  Well, one of the owners of the dog, the girl that was on the front porch when it happened, comes over and starts talking all kinds of crap to me, cussing me out as I'm standing in my own front yard. 

Stuff like Rex wasn't even hurt bad it was just a scratch, that her dog doesn't have rabies, that Rex was actually in her yard and trespassing when it happened, that we had the audacity (or balls in her words) to bring the law to her house, that she had no clue why we would do that, yada yada yada.  And basically every other word was a four letter one.  Lovely lady.  I just kept my mouth shut for most of it, saying that the only reason we reported the dog was that it happened on the road and that we wanted to make sure the dog was vaccinated.  And then I just walked away since I had Kylie with me too, and I sure as hell wasn't going to get in a brawl with this druggie through the fence, as much as I wanted to.  It just made my blood boil, though.  It still does, typing this.  We could be trying to take these people to the cleaners, but we're not.  Especially considered our society these days, even the hospital asked if we were pressing charges. 

We reported the damn dog because we don't want it to happen to someone else.  A lot of families with kids live in the area, and everyone shouldn't have to be locked up in their yards.  You should be able to walk down the street safely.  We reported it because they didn't want to provide us with proof of vaccination.  Especially when their dogs get into fights all the time and are not confined in any way.  I'm sorry, but we are not going to take chances with my husband's health.  No way no how.  And plus, it's the right thing to do.  If it happened to someone else we would want them reported, it makes the neighborhood aware of it.  And God forbid the dog bites again, animal control will take it.  I hate seeing dogs put down, but when it is a danger to my family and others, I'll  choose my family without any hesitation whatever.

So bottom line y'all.  Don't live next to white trash drug dealers with pit bulls.  No good can come out of it.   None at all.


  1. What a horrible story! I like dogs but they kind of freak me out. Plus, those dogs could be dangerous if there were kids around!

    1. I know! I love dogs (I used to work a pet store for goodness sakes), and I don't mind pit bulls, but the neighbors are so irresponsible with them. Plus, they have a 3 year old and a 1 year old that they let run around with the dogs all the time.

  2. coming from someone who is afraid of dogs, THAT IS EXTREMELY SCARY! i would poison the dogs.

    1. That's what my husband said too. Well, first he wanted to shoot them, now poison.


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