Tuesday, April 23, 2013
I've lived with and owned dogs all my life, and while I've been nipped at, growled at, and accidentally bitten a few times while breaking up dog fights, I've never been flat-out attacked by a dog. Unfortunately, I can't say the same about my oldest son, who was chased down and attacked by a neighborhood dog a few days ago. The two puncture wounds are deep and nasty. So deep and nasty, in fact, that our doctor put him such a high antibiotic dose that when I tried to get his prescription filled, my pharmacist looked at it, looked again, and said "He wants him to take both of these at the same time? I'm going to call and make sure."
He's doing OK, but the leg is obviously sore, and we've got to keep a close eye on it to make sure it doesn't get infected. Scary stuff. The dog's owners are neighbors, our sons play together, and they were naturally horrified and deeply apologetic. I don't think the dog will be running free any more.
Posted by Chad Love at 2:02 PM