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When Dogs Attack

She's short, not more than a foot tall. She's barely 15 pounds.

But she's a killer.

And she's set her sights on me.

Maggie, our 1-year-old West Highland White Terrier, usually focuses her attention and her sharp teeth on birds, bunnies, toads and various other critters in the back yard. She has been known to crouch down in the bushes, flush out a creature and chomp. And chomp and chomp.

Yesterday, she turned on me. I saw her spying me from across the yard. She started out in a stealthy creep, then picked up speed and charged ahead. I turned my back to her, figuring she would slow up, run around my feet a few times and be content gnawing on my shoelaces.

Think again.

Full speed ahead, she leaped into the air, opened her mouth and chomped into the slick, thin nylon fabric of my workout pants. Chomped right through the fabric, actually, and sank her teeth into my flesh. The flesh of my...

BUTT.

And she wouldn't let go. So she was literally hanging off my ass by her teeth, and I was running around in circles, screaming, with her flapping along behind me. It probably lasted all of two seconds, but it felt like two hours. I'm afraid to look at the result. Blackness and blueness are sure to be involved.

Yes, I know she's a puppy. Yes, I know she was just playing.
No, it's not acceptable.

Everyone's so concerned about Pit Bulls and Rottweilers. I think I may have uncovered a nasty little untold tale. What statistics are available on the number of vicious Westie bites humans receive each year? She looks so innocent, but she's an evil little beast.

And a serious pain...in my butt.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Oh, Amy!

I've never had that issue with any of my Rotties!

Hope your butt feels better soon!
Brianne said…
You paint a hilariously vivid picture!!! What the heck?? She attacked you? So how was the pup punished? What do you do in a situation like that? I wouldn't know what to do.

In all seriousness though, was that scary? 'Cause a puppy at the humane society bit my hand once and would NOT let go and he was growling but wagging his tail... but it scared the crap out of me. I still have a little scar.

Well anywho, I hope your butt feels better soon.

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