Sheeba-the-Wonder-Dog: Part Deux

As we last left our brave heroine, she was in recovery from the rabid rabbit attack that occurred a few weeks past. Luckily with the aide of bandages, corn starch, and a good dosing of cheese, Sheeba was well healed from her brush with death. Because life clearly wants us to experience some excitement, we ran into more adventures in the realm of bleeding and battered dogs. Let us open the tome once again and explore the many ways a dog can end up bleeding all over you:

Setting: Morning has broken over the quiet town, and our leading dog is being a PITA (pain-in-the-ass for the less illuminated among us) in an attempt to draw forth her morning walk. Our protagonists Nick and Niel get down the Leash Of Glory, and get ready to head out with their trusty k-9 companion.
　
Not but steps from their doorway (seriously, we hadn’t made it around the damn corner yet, people), come two huge beasts, one black, one brown. (I know you should never mention color as you always have those people saying, “If it was a white dog would you mention THAT?!” But I felt it was pertinent to the story.) These dogs are clearly bred with the Great Dane variety of species, while our dear Sheeba is clearly bred with the more mid-sized-boxer/pit/shepard/hyperactive-spaz-ass-variety of species. The dogs start pulling at the end of their tethers as soon as they see Sheeba, and it (very) quickly becomes apparent that the sole man on the other end of said leashes is no match for their brute strength.



Key: Dog on Left = Sheeba, Dog on Right = Other dogs

　 Sheeba, Nick, and Niel make a quick 180 to head back into the house to try to save hide and hair (sadly both were inevitably lost in the end…a little teaser for what's to come...) Just as they approached their front walk, the dogs finally were able to pull their owner onto his face and break his hold on the leash. (Enter: “Oh Shit this is About to be Really Bad” music here.)
 

　

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Now this part is too sad for me to write in our story, so I’ll just tell you about it myself. Those dogs jumped onto Sheeba in seconds and instantly started biting and attacking. It was the oddest thing, because there was never a moment of confrontation or a test of  dominance like you would normally see before a “dog fight” - those dogs just went straight into attack-mode. I jumped out of the way (save the baby!) and Nick still had hold of Sheeba on the leash. Sheeba kind of cowered on the ground and those two dogs were just ripping into her. Within about 30 seconds the other owner had gotten to his feet and grabbed his dogs' leashes and was able to pull them away, and Nick was able to get Sheeba back closer to him. I was so terrified that Sheeba was just going to be lying on the ground in pieces, but she was able to get up and Nick got her inside right away. I yelled at the guy to stay where he was so I could get his information, and grabbed a pen and paper and got his name and number. He was good about giving us his information, but sadly didn’t seem surprised by what his dogs had just done. When I got back in it was immediately obvious where Sheeba had gotten the brunt of the damage - her back right haunch had about a 2”x 2” section ripped out of it completely, hide, hair, and everything (see, I told you that “hide nor hair” thing would come back into play!) There was a flap of skin just hanging there, so it was pretty obvious that she needed a vet asap. To recreate the fight in a less traumatic fashion, we'll employ the use of stunt-prarie-dogs:

　
Now back to our story...

Sheeba-the-Wonder-Dog got into the house completely ramped up on adrenaline and fear. She asked her beloved owners about how bad she had “gotten the other dogs” in the fight, and after passing concerned parental looks over her head, they both reassured her that she had kicked some serious ass. (Truth? The most she managed to do was piddle in terror.) 　
It was decided that there was no time to wait for the doggie ambulance, so everyone loaded up into the car for the trip to the vet. Once arriving at the doggie ER, the shame of Sheeba’s prior “issues” had to come to light. Sheeba-the-Wonder-Dog is straight up terrified of the vet. Now every protagonist must have an Achilles heel, and sadly for Sheeba, hers is currently the only thing that can put her little dog bits back together again. Our newest character (enter “Vet”, stage right) was willing to check Sheeba out outside sans coat and stethoscope, which did the trick. Sheeba-the-Wonder-Dog is adequately fooled, and allows for a brief examine. Unfortunately it’s apparent that this is going to be stitches-requiring wound (enter Prop 786 - “oral sedation“).

 After about 20 minutes post-sedation, our Wonder Dog has gone from this:

To this:

After a little more night-night juice, Nicholas carries Sheeba back to the operating table. Thankfully she can’t even hold her head up independently at this point, so for the moment life is good for our characters of “Sheeba” as well as “Vet”. Some Novocain, wound cleaning, and a handful of stitches later, Sheeba is no longer rocking a hindquarter that was, quite literally, in quarters.

Before



During



After (All those dark areas are bruising/swelling) :(

It was a sad, traumatic experience for our leading canis lupus familiaris, but after a day of rest (along with some narcotics every 6-8 hours) she has been making a good recovery. The villians of the story are soon to be reported to Animal Control, and thankfully their henchman (“The Owner”) did pay the entire $500 vet bill.



Clearly mentally reliving the trauma in this picture.

 We shall close on a note of hope, as we all pray that this will be Sheeba-the-Wonder-Dog’s last brush with death and destruction. But we all know, when the bone shaped beacon shines through the night skies of Fort Collins, our Wonder Dog will be there to avenge injustice and protect the innocent. Well, she’ll be there unless there are two really big-ass dogs there. Then she’ll just be in the corner piddling.

The End.