When I watched Cesar's show (the dog whisperer), I would always admire Daddy, Cesar's pitbull and his patience and kindness as well as endurance in any possible case Cesar would encounter during dog rehab.
I was not lucky yet to meet a pitbull like that and unfortunately, Luke had a really horrible encounter a few days ago... (We believe it is a pitbull mix as the face is very much pitbull, but the size is just so enourmous and almost hip-high (for small women like me), that s why we believe he is mixed with labrador or another huge breed). The (himself also bully-like) owner actually lives in our (one-way) street with his own family and often keeps his huge, black pitbull running around without supervision, without leash and collar, a hip-high dark-nacked mountain of muscles and teeth lying heavily and imperious in the middle of the street.
We were coming back from a walk and the sun had already set - it was getting dark but was still really hot outside, a normal summer's evening so a lot of neighbours and their friends or relatives were talking in front of their houses in little groups.
|His left paw on the upper side, third day after|
visiting the vet
His owner called him over and over again (no reaction at all from the pitbull) and came over with a thing that looked like the stick of a broom. It probably was only seconds, but it felt like hours. While Luke was screaming in desperation, the prince of sun (seeing that the owner was only making his dog more furious while hitting him with the broom while ripping Luke's leash out of my hands), jumped into the scene, forced the pitbulls mouth open and pushed the dog a few meters away. He tried to lift Luke but BOOM, the pitbull had already come back and was again all over Luke.
|His fixed right leg-axle (I will spare |
you the other bite wounds)
Then I saw my very own superhero Clark Kent aka prince of sun in his blue shirt and red trousers-shorts coming close and felt enormous relief while he picked up bitterly crying Luke. And we went home, I even forgot the heavy bags that the prince of sun had thrown on the floor when the attack happened and only remembered them (they had our keys and wallet and other precious things), when the prince of sun asked me to pick them up. Then we entered our home, shaken, with no look back. The pitbull and owner and other neighbours, I have no idea what happened to them next. But the whole street was in complete silence (and that`s something I almost never saw in our lively street). The only thing I remember was that we arrived in our own house and HOME.
I have never thanked god more than the second, that we realized while examining Luke's horrible bite wounds, that somehow:
Luke's face, neck and chest was almost completely wound-free!
Luke was not able to get up and we were not sure, if he had broken some legs, we let him lie down and went on washing his wounds and the next day (a Saturday - why do those things always happenon Friday evenings!) went to the (very expensive) only vet that accepted home calls and was ready to come in on a Saturday, for extra cash of course. We did not care, most important thing was that Luke would be treated and receive some pain relief, the left paw that is still swollen and will get xrayed on Monday.
(Thanking god again for my home job) I am able to be with Luke 24h a day, treating his wounds and medicating him. (Thank god the prince of sun and I were lucky to have no bite wounds at all, only scratches and my legs, hips and arms are full of black and blue bruises.) The first few days Luke still needed help to stand on his less wounded back legs while peeing and was only able to slowly eat and drink out of bowls that we put right under his chin.
He also always wants to be around us, even more than before and tries to follow every single step I do. He started barking with louder and darker voice than he did before, sure he already barked that way, but really rarely did it. It seems like it made him less innocent and happy-go-lucky and more mature and careful. But how should one even prepare an innocent puppy for a horror attack like this. No way to train him could prepare him for THIS. Our hope is that he will become his old, happy self very soon, will be able to run and jump again as he loves to do and will be able to use his currently worst left paw again that he seems to keep on hold right now, lifting it up almost all the time, sometimes leaning a tiny bit on it.
But we are sure he will get back to his own self because he is so strong and brave, when we call him and especially when it's foodie time, he almost jump-runs on three legs to come around looks like its old, greedy puppy-self often with a big smile on his face. Yesterday we jocked and said he is really like Po, the Panda Dragon Warrior (which we watched last night again on TV) - who thought he was never going to be able to do Kung Fu fighting, but his trainer realized he was trainable using his food obsession as a stimulus ;)
So here we are, Luke, my dearest brave little puppy, you've got yourself another few nicknames :D
LUKE aka THE PANDA PO
LUKE aka DRAGON WARRIOR
LUKE aka TEIMOSO (kind of translatable to bullhead or bulldog, our loving way of saying that he is being brave, corageous, and strong and persistent/insistent)