Posted by Leigh on October 17, 2008
Last week, my Jack Russell got pretty torn up in a dog fight, most of his cuts and bruises have healed up pretty nicely. Except one on the back of his neck, our littlest dog will NOT leave it alone. Woobie just keeps picking and picking at Jack’s cut, and I fear it’ll never heal.
Jack looking quite dapper in his red kerchief!
At a loss for what to do to keep him away from it, my husband’s solution this morning when he called was to tie something around Jack’s neck to keep the other dogs from picking at it. So I tried: I tied one of my husband’s old bandannas around his neck. He doesn’t seem to mind it, and had not picked at it at all - But it hasn’t stopped Woobie from trying to lick his neck, he just slides it down far enough to get at the cut.
I’m running out of ideas here. I can’t constantly carry Jack around with me, he’s too dang heavy and squirmy. And I can’t keep them all crated all the time, nor do I have anywhere to separate them. So I’m asking - Does anyone know how to keep dogs from licking wounds?
I fear if it doesn’t start looking better soon - he’s going to have to make a trip to the vet, in which I’ll get a lecture for not bringing him in sooner… Hmm… maybe if I actually liked my vet, I wouldn’t try to avoid him.
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Posted by Leigh on October 8, 2008
When we learn about animals, is to never try and break up a dog fight! My advice - ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS! Even though it’s hard to do when you see an animal that you love being torn apart.
I forgot it last night, when Jack attacked Bear. I tried slamming a book against my leg (making a loud noise), but although it had worked every time previously, they ignored it. Bear being so much bigger than Jack had a clear advantage, and was tearing my poor little guy apart.
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Posted by Leigh on October 3, 2008
My Boys - Jack, Lewy and Woobie
How did it happen? How did we become foster parents for children of the four legged kind?
When I was five, I was attacked by the neighbor’s dog, a Boxer. To me he seemed huge. His name was Rebel, and even that was scary to a five year old. We, my sisters and I, called him ‘Wild Dog’. He was always breaking out of his pen and coming down and knocking me over. Usually my mom was there to save me, but one evening she wasn’t. I ended up with stitches in my leg.
After that I wanted absolutely nothing to do with dogs. Of any kind. That lasted clear up until I met my husband. His family is a dog family, everywhere we went there were dogs, usually big breed dogs. German Shepards, Golden Retreivers, Labs, all types of big dogs. I hated them. I used to cower in the corner of his mother’s kitchen waiting for him, and hoping that Megan, his mom’s retriever, wouldn’t come near me. I even climbed up on the kitchen counter once trying to get away from her, it didn’t work. She just put her paws up on the counter and sniffed me anyway. (Megan is so gentle that she wouldn’t hurt a fly, it was all in my head.)
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Yep, that’s what my boys are! One of the first things they all learned is where the treats are kept. In the old house, they each knew within 2 days of coming to live with us where the dog treats were kept. Then when we moved in with my parents while our house was being finished, and they moved into our garden shed, they once again quickly became aware of where we started stashing the goodies, and when they moved down to my parents shed, they got even better at it and learned how to get into them all by theirselves.
Now that we’ve been in the new house almost three weeks, they are back to their old tricks of standing and staring at the cupboard where the treats are stored, whining pitifully until you take pity on them and give in. Hmm… Maybe I do spoil them a bit!
(And of course it doesn’t help, that we’ve taken in another homeless dog. Read more about Bear here. But we already have a lead on a home for him.)
Now if only they’d learn just as quickly, not to pee in the house, not to chew shoes, and not to eat towels or firewood!
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