Seven-months and one day, that is how long it took for Doug to have his first ER vet visit. Much, much longer than it took his brothers, something I had not missed at all. In fact, the last time I’d been at the same ER, in the same exact room, was when Jakey ruptured his eye ulcer.
I have been taking Doug to a local sanctuary shelter on the weekend. It gives us a chance to meet dogs over and over and see how they progress (and it makes Doug tired!). I’ve learned a lot about how dogs react to Doug and at the same time I’ve become more confused about how some dogs react to Doug. When it goes well, it’s easy to say yay. The confusion is among dogs who get to know him for a few minutes and then decided, no thank you. In sort of a big NO THANK YOU way. When it goes bad, I have found for the most part, it is the other dog that doesn’t react well to something about Doug and then Doug may or may not react to that reaction. The confusion is, what is it that Doug does that causes the other dog to have a problem. Of the five dogs where there has been a problem, there was only one dog where Doug did not like the other dog (a male) and Doug was the instigator. The other four (all female), liked him and then suddenly did not like him. These were all meet and greets so it’s not like they had spent too much time together. And for the record, play Doug does not come out right away. He saves that for later. None of the ladies had met play Doug yet, but maybe they could sense it was coming.
On Sunday we had a second play session with a dog. He and Doug did great. We then decided to meet one of the new dogs that had just come off of quarantine. She was a tiny thing at about 35 lbs (probably a few months older than Doug). She had not been spayed yet so we were not sure how Doug would respond to her. He pretty much ignored her. She was more interested in sniffing him and then they both just did their own thing. Good, right? It was so good, that we started talking about how good it was.
That is when she dove into Doug’s face.
I honestly don’t remember much about those 5-10 seconds. She lunged, Doug’s head tried to move back, there was a ball of confusion and then the volunteer lifted the dog off of the ground, and thus, off of Doug. That is when I saw all the blood.
I ripped my cast off and used the wrap part to apply pressure to his nose. I got a water bottle to clean it and to try to tell if there were multiple blood sources. I kept my voice normal ‘you’ll be fine bud – it’s ok bud – let’s get you to the vet bud’.
I got him into the car and started driving. I saw him move to the back of the SUV and cower. I thought to myself, no. NO. I had to mend this moment. I pulled over, got treats out, got into the back with him and turned the situation around. There is no need to cower, just wiggle babe, moms got you. You are fine and that situation is over and hey, here are more treats.
He wiggled towards the front as I got us back on the road.
I was told quickly that the mouth and nose bleed a lot, and that made me feel instantly better. They cleaned him up and it looked way less dramatic. He was unable to walk on one leg but there was nothing structurally wrong with it, likely just a muscle pull. His nose would heal. His mouth would heal. We got an antibiotic and pain meds and headed out.
He was a little off the rest of the night but I’m not sure I’d expect otherwise. I got him tucked into a well padded bed that I knew he would bleed all over (he did) and he fell right to sleep.
I went in to wash his blood off of me. Then I cried.
I hope this doesn’t change him.
I hope he still wiggles with delight when we see other dogs.
I hope he continues to loosely walk on leash.
I hope his joy continues to multiply every day he exists.
Those were the concerns my tears spoke to me.
I don’t know if this was ‘bad enough’ to disrupt any of who Doug is. I know he felt pain, I know he was scared, but from a human perspective, I think he felt calmness and cared for so most of me thinks he will bounce back. We’ll test him out with some of his friends to be sure.
I the meantime, I will over think why girl dogs do not seem to love Doug. I’m sure he does something that they dislike, it’s just not an obvious something that I can help him work on. The other dog did not have a scratch on her, I’m so happy about that. Part of me feels like the dog search is on hold, part of me says this was more than nothing but it doesn’t have to be something.
All of the parts of me are swirling right now. We’ll get it worked out.
Until then, Doug is fine. He will heal.
Here he is all cleaned up. He won’t let me lift up his jowls so no photos of those wounds. 
Ah, Poor Sweetie.
He’s doing much better! Thank you!
Oh that sweet boy. My heart hurts for you both because I know how traumatic even small tussles are. There is a pup out there that is made for Doug (and you). I just know it.
It was traumatic! But its over now and he’s fine. Onward! xoxo
Oh sweet Doug, I’m sending you both some healing love!
Thank you!
Omg
Sweet, sweet Doug. I’m sorry that you both had to go through this.
Thanks, Wendy! He’s heading nicely.
Poor Doug. Poor Tracey. Glad you will both be okay. These are the moments when it would be so helpful if they could speak to us with words.
If they could talk! Yes!
You poor things! Sending lots of love to BOTH of you!
Thanks, love!
Poor Doug, so glad he is mostly ok though! Our male had/has an issue with other dogs attacking him. For some reason he’s like a attack beacon, he’s been attacked 4 times. He’s not particularly energetic or anything so I’ve never really understood why other than he’s kind aloof towards other dogs so I secretly think he’s giving other dogs the doggie equivalent of the middle finger at all times. Fortunately he was not seriously hurt in any of the scuffles, but it sure is scary! Even having to detach a 5lb yorkie from my 80lb dogs lip and he screams like a banshee was scary! So yeah we’re pretty careful about who we introduce him to not necessarily because he starts anything but for some reason he sometimes brings out the worst possible behavior in other dogs. That being said it’s never really seemed to change him any (he’s still as big of a snob as always, even towards his sister). So hopefully the experience won’t change Doug (I keep wanting to call him Dougie!).
Four times! Yikes! Thanks for sharing this, sounds like we have similar mysteries!
Oh poor Doug! It breaks my heart when I see my happy girl afraid (cowaring), it is rare but all the same heart breaking. I did exactly what you did, calm her down and get her out of the afraid funk. Hope Doug heals quickly and painlessly!
Moms gotta get in there and un-cower the situation! xoxo
Aww, hope you and Doug feel better.
He is! Thank you!
Oh Bless his heart, and yours too! I hope you can figure out what the issue is. You know, sometimes people just don’t like each other, for no apparent reason. I guess it’s the same with dogs.
You are so right! There are plenty of folks I don’t like! Of course, thankfully, people don’t bite faces! hahahahaha (some anyway!)
Poor little nose! Doug does look a little down, hope he’s back to his crazy self soon.
Some female dogs are just more touchy, or “don’t touch me.” Maggie was a real bitch with a capital B with other dogs. She loved to run and play, but if the dog tried to put a paw on her it was on! She once grabbed a dog who tried to mount her by the throat and held him on the ground, even though he was twice her size. She never broke skin, but didn’t tolerate any attempt at dominance. If a dog even tried to raise it’s head over hers she would snark. Once she established the ground rules she was fine, as long as the other dog didn’t try it again. Funny how they never did. ☺
Maggie, the ultimate badass! I agree with you, female are touchy and I don’t think Doug reads them very well.
Poor boy! Doug’s nose wound reminds me so much a one Tallulah got when she stuck her nose into a fence and we were both surprised to learn that there was a not-so-friendly dog on the other side. It was just a tiny opening but blood was everywhere. I held her nose with my hands and then blood was all over me. Then I fund one of those throw-down papers sitting on he sidewalk and kept applying pressure with that as we walked home. At one point I thought to myself, “Anyone who seeks my hands is going to think I just committed one heinous murder!” The good news is that the incident had absolutely no effect on Tallulah . . . she still sticks her nose in everything and everywhere. Hoping for the same with Mr. Doug. Oh, and I didn’t get arrested on suspicion of murder, which is also a good thing. 😉
Oh my gosh! I’m so glad she continued her nosey-ness! I would love to have her stick her nose in my fence!!! I bite face with kisses!
Oh my gosh… I hope he is better! The face does bleed a lot! I had 2 of my tennis players get hit in the face and they were gushing blood almost like a war scene… next day… nothing!