Quote (putincykavodka @ 22 Apr 2014 17:55)
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ezutan en biztos soha nem fogok kutyat tartani
I was 13 years old when I watched my Mom get viciously attacked by our dog.
We were standing in the dining room talking when our family dog, a Shiba Inu named Zeus, dropped a toy at my Mom's feet. She would throw the toy for him a few times, Zeus would run, tackle it and bring it back. So on and so forth. Nothing out of the ordinary.
We had finished our conversation, and I was walking away. Zeus strutted by me, toy in mouth, on his way back to drop it at her feet when she got down on the floor to play with him. Something about seeing her on all fours and the toy between them made him go into psycho protective mode and he lunged at her face and made the loudest, worst growl/bark I've ever heard. The whole thing lasted maybe a minute max.
I had just rounded the corner when I whipped back to see my Mom standing up and her face covered in blood. The only thing clear were her eyes. Her bottom lip was barely attached just hanging from her face and her nose was split three ways. Tons of blood. She's just cupping her hand under her chin to catch anything while she walked to the bathroom. She just stood over the sink and let the blood drip in. And cried into the mirror.
I yelled if I needed to call an ambulance and she just nodded. I think we were both in shock at that point. I mean this dog weighed maybe 20lbs. Little fluff of a curly tail and a cuddle muffin by all accounts and he just practically ripped her face off.
Anyway, ambulance came and got her. I put the dog outside on the run. He was acting super ashamed at that point. He wasn't being mean. He knew something really bad just happened. He just sat on the step and put his head down as I closed the door. That was the last I saw him. Once at the hospital she needed a ton of stitches. She was in denial about the whole thing. Blamed herself for being on the floor and "he was just being a dog, he thought I was gonna take his toy." "It won't happen again". Begged them not to take the dog. He had to be put down the next day. Super scary and totally horrible series of events. I mean that dog was the nicest dog ever, barked an awful lot but otherwise a good family pet. Just one thing snapped that day and he was done for. Still to this day the scariest thing I've witnessed firsthand.
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