I was out walking my three dogs this morning when the most bizarre thing happened. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d probably have a hard time believing it. But then again, nothing should surprise me anymore about the mind of a dog. Before I tell you the story, let me give you some background on my babies and why this was a bigger deal to me than it probably should have been.
First there’s Chewy, a 4-year-old Pekingese who my dad rescued from his previous owner. Despite being neglected for most of his life, Chewy loves people and other dogs and is always ready to make new friends. He’s the leader of the pack (that includes me) and is mellow, well-socialized, and just all around adorable.
Then there’s Buster, who was an accidental puppy in need of a home. This is his story: My parents have a Chihuahua named Pancho who was not neutered until about a year ago. I was constantly hounding them (hee hee…hounding) to have him fixed. Well, they didn’t, and in the meantime also took in another female Chihuahua who they named Princess. At this point they finally realized that Pancho had to be neutered. They made the appointment for his surgery for a Friday, and on Thursday they caught Princess and Pancho in the throes of passion. Nine weeks later, Princess gave birth to six beautiful puppies, and it was my job to find suitable homes for them. I found great homes for four of them, and decided to keep Buster as a playmate for Chewy. He was the most rambunctious of the litter, and still is. He does not, however, share Chewy’s love of all things canine. He likes people, but dogs…not so much.
And finally there’s Fudge…Fudgie…Fudgerific. He’s Buster’s littermate and the one puppy that nobody wanted. He was always very shy and jumped at any sudden move or sound. He wouldn’t come out from under the couch when people came to look at him, and he was left without a home. I offered to keep him until I found someone to take him in, and well…that was over a year ago. He’s absolutely beautiful and gets along so well with Chewy and Buster, but does not like people OR other dogs.
Fast forward to this morning. We were on our morning stroll when I heard a man yell, “NO! STOP!” I turned just in time to see a large dog running towards and then attacking my babies! I was in shock. A car stopped in the street and a man jumped out and chased the dog dog down and finally pulled him off. While all this was going on Fudge and Buster were running in circles around me, screaming and yelping, and tangling me in a mess of leashes. Chewy was just standing there looking confused. Then he decided this must be a game so he starts barking and nipping at the dog that was attacking his brothers. That must have surprised the dog because that’s when the man was able to finally catch him.
After the dogs were separated, I tried to assess the situation. The man sat on the ground with the dog in his arms. I tried to gather up my kids and make sure they were not hurt. (They weren’t.) I finally calmed down and figured out what had just happened. Apparently the car that stopped to help me had been driving past us on the street, with the dog (who was now happily wagging his tail and did not seem to be the least bit aggressive anymore – a complete 180) in the backseat and the window down. The dog caught sight of us walking and JUMPED OUT of the moving car to attack my dogs! (To be fair, maybe he just wanted to play. There were no bite marks on my dogs and the only teeth I ever saw were Chewy’s, trying to bite the bigger dog.)
The poor man apologized profusely and said his dog had never done anything like that before in his life. He was shaken, I was in shock, and the doggies were mad. As soon as the drive-by dog was safely in the car with the windows up, they took this opportunity to bark their little heads off at him, with Chewy pawing at the ground for emphasis.
I have no idea what this is going to do to their already-suspicious attitude towards other dogs, but I’m not looking forward to walking them tonight. But I will press on! I figure, if I can get over it, they can get over it. Cesar Milan says that dogs live in the moment, so I’m going to do my best to put this behind me and hopefully they will forget it ever happened.
Everyone have a great Fourth of July weekend and make sure to keep your dogs safe!