Drama

Well my Easter was definitely not boring. I had a busy weekend. Friday night we went to friends for appetizers and cocktails and as we were leaving Mike went to put Avery down on the sidewalk and couldn't get back up. He was literally pulled to his hands and knees on the sidewalk. His back had gone out. He was pretty much on bed rest for the weekend until everyone arrived for Easter dinner.

Saturday Avery and I did a lot of running around, grocery shopping, library, bank, etc then we went to see her Godmother Saturday night and didn't get home until very late which meant I was up at midnight making her Easter basket and filling eggs for her Easter egg hunt.

6:30 am Sunday she runs into our room saying lets go downstairs so she can search for her basket. After a nice sugar breakfast I started cleaning and she was playing and things were great until my Aunt came in at 8:45 and asked me if I was ready for church. Avery is in her footy PJ's and I am in shorts and a sweatshirt with my hair piled in a knot on top of my head mopping the floor. Ummm, no I am not ready! Shit, forgot what time it was. Run upstairs throw Avery's dress on her and brush her hair, while she brushes her teeth, I run into my closet throw on a wrap dress and a shrug sweater and brush my hair. We run out of the door at 8:57. Good thing the church is literally .75 miles from my house. Needless to say I wasn't looking my Easter best!

Spent the rest of the afternoon cooking and everyone came over and it was "eh", something was missing. No one seemed into it. There is a tradition from my grandfather where we crack the colored egg on the persons head next to you at dinner for good luck (Hungarian I guess although when I looked it up the only place I saw that did it was Mexico, go figure). Anyway, no one sat together, some were in the kitchen, some the dining room, some the family room so the egg cracking wasn't a huge success this year. Now, you might say so what but I have been doing this since the year I was born so it was just strange to me that the family wasn't into it.

After we ate we went outside for awhile and hung out then went back in. My cousin comes running in later yelling that the dogs were in a fight outside. I run outside and yes, they were definitely fighting. Bella was all bloody and I ran to break it up but couldn't. I yelled for someone to get Mike, he ran out and was able to stop it. It was a mess. I should say Bella was a mess. Boots didn't look bad at all. No puncture wounds or anything just a bloody nose (internally). Bella looked like she had been hit in a drive by. Holes everywhere, it was awful! I quickly got her inside and into the tub and cleaned up. I had to wrap her front leg for compression because there were blood pockets forming like and edema. We rushed her to the animerge and they flushed the wounds and said she'd be ok but we were beside ourselves. We felt we obviously needed to find Boots a new home. With this in our heads we went out to the lobby to wait for the antibiotics and pain killers. The receptionist told me she had a dog who literally tried to kill her other dog for almost two years. She got a dog behaviorist to come and work with them and the dogs have gotten along great with no incident for the last 10 years. She gave us the name of the place and we headed home.

I contacted them today, while pricey we have decided to give it a chance. Like the vet said, they are dogs and will fight when in groups but my fear is that Boots is really doing damage and I am scared he will kill her. With Tiny and Bella they would get in tiffs (always over food) but there was never any injuries, just a lot of scary noise for a minute or so. Boots and Bella get along great as long as there are no toys involved. If this option doesn't work I have a friend who has a rescue who says she can place Boots for me. He's only a year old though and we've already had a few incidents so if we can't get control of the situation it will become worse.

We got home by around 10:00, got Bella setup in her dog bed next to my side of the bed (she's a mama's girl) and she did well throughout the night. Today Mike stayed home because she needs antibiotics every 6 hours for the next 3 days and her dressing on her leg changed 4 times a day for the same time frame.

So I had a rotten Easter Sunday but I'm staying as positive as a I can in hopes we'll get this resolved. I just feel so bad for my Bella.