Our St. Louis daughter called to say she was on her way to the dog park with Oscar, their 1-year-old rescue. A madly energetic, sweet pup, Osky loves a good game of chase with his pals in the park near their home.
After 20 minutes of runningrunningrunningrunning with the joy that young dogs exhibit so well, a Pit Bull entered the scene.
Anna noticed this dog's barking/teeth baring/scary behavior toward the other dogs and asked her fiance, Greg, to stand by Oscar and clip his leash on. He did. Within seconds, the Pit bounded over and tried to take Oscar out, only not in the "Wheee This is Funnn!" sense of the word.
Greg has a bite mark to show for it (though he says it's just a scratch. Tough one, that Greg.)
Our daughter hurled a stream of invective toward the Pit's owners, who promptly put a muzzle on their dog.
If you own a muzzle for your dog and carry it in on your person, don't bring your to the dog park. It's irresponsible. What's more, it will end badly. (Thank heavens today wasn't that day.)
Oscar and his furious owners left to play ball in a tennis court far, far away.
The Pit's owners never said a word.
So this was the message exchange on my iPhone last night:
(wrapped in a blanket because sometimes, fur is just not enough.)
|"Worst patient ever"|
(Quote from St. Louis daughter regarding
fiance and injured digit. However, he managed to operate
the remote with his other hand.)
(Long story for another time. But doesn't
Tip's coat look great?)
|Distraught Mama. |
In need of several cocktails.