Wednesday, July 15, 2009
What goes around, comes around damn it
I had a gorgeous Saint Bernard named Lil Bubba Murphy. He was the prettiest St. I had ever seen. Nice head, good markings, loved to be brushed, loved me to pieces but he was a mean SOB. He was very protective and territorial. Didn't let anyone in our house, or near me and worked up quite a head of steam about "interlopers" of any kind, be they neighbors, friends, workmen, strangers. He had been going to our friends house with a huge yard to play with 2 younger Saint Bernards since before she got the younger dogs. At my friends house, he was relatively calm and submissive until the day he bit an idiot woman who just wandered back into the back yard there and started screaming and hitting at the dogs to leave her alone. They were just smelling her dog on her. But to Murphy, .those were his puppies and I have a feeling he was trying to protect them from this irritating voiced woman. Anyway, because he also had a degenerative eye disorder that was painful and only going to get worse for him, we made a very difficult decision and put him down a year ago. I still miss his big ole self. He was good to me, to my grandkids and was such a baby. I had him groomed once a month and the groomers love to brush him because he just loved the attention.
Now to the present. My grand is playing with the next door neighbors granddaughter who is a year older. That family is in a similar situation to my own. Adult child moving home with children and a dog. Their dog is also a relatively large protective male and you already know what I am going to tell you huh? That dog bit my granddaughter. Didn't break the skin but vice gripped her arm big time and got her face too. My neighbor brought GK home and apologized for the incident and is (I feel bad for her because I know how she is feeling) so sorry.
So what do I do with these feelings I am having? Life is a double edged sword always. Nothing is ever simple for me. I have to think on both sides of every flippin' thing that happens. Right now I don't want to be fair, nice, good and kind. And there is my beautiful GK with a nasty bruised face and arm, at fault partially because she went into their house and knew that the dog was protective. I think she thought because she had had a "mean" dog at Oma's that this one would not hurt her. I am so torn. So upset. Right now, the otherwise smart mouthed monster that is me, is feeling very weak and tired.
Oh my hell. Linda