You may recall that we met briefly at the park. You were a tall and thin guy with dark hair, wearing mirrored sunglasses and mismatched-patterned clothing. You seemed to be enjoying the day with your two large dogs–a German Shepard-like, and a grey poodle–when my 6-pound chihuahua/terrier mix Oliver wandered over on his leash to say hi.
Oliver was sniffing one of your dogs, the German Shepherd-looking one, who was friendly. A second later, your grey poodle viciously attacked Oliver, biting him in the head. Like, my dog’s entire head was in your dog’s mouth, between its teeth.
After pulling the dogs apart, I saw that Oliver had some gashes on his forehead and a spot of blood below his eye, so I decided to go to Urban Animal down the street.
On me telling you that I was taking Oliver to the vet, you graciously offered an immediate diagnosis of Oliver’s condition, saying, “He’s fine.” Even upon my pointing out that Oliver was bleeding, hence he was probably not fine, you didn’t express any concern or feel compelled to offer up an apology. You were, after all, busy rubbing your dog’s belly. The one who tried to bite my dog’s head off.
I went back to the park to look for you after they sedated Oliver so they could tend to his wounds and you weren’t there. I went to SPD and asked if there was anything I should’ve done; they said I could’ve called 911, and they would’ve responded and waited for Animal Control. Your luck, I guess.
$239 and a whole lot of dog trauma and angst later, Oliver is recovering with a suture for the bite under his eye, multiple gashes on his head, and a scratched eyeball. Because your dog tried to bite his head off.
At the minimum, an apology would be nice. Offering to pay for the bill that was caused by your dog trying to bite my dog’s head off would be even nicer.
And if I ever see you with your dogs, you’ll have to give me a pretty good reason not to call Animal Control because, yeah, your dog attacks other dogs and you don’t really seem to care.