Injured Hero…

Yesterday my son, BG, saved me from those nasty neighbor dogs. They’ve been a pain for quite a while, but Robert had been able to yell at them and get them to go home over the past couple of years if they came out. A month or so ago, they added a new half-grown Australian Cattle Dog to the mix. He is a real pain, and doesn’t listen very well… even to his own people.

Anyway, when we went out for our mail run with Robert, I wasn’t feeling real chipper (stormy weather has moved in and I’ve gotten stiff).

I only walked down about halfway to the box, then sat down to wait for the others to come back. Robert didn’t notice because he was watching them and getting the mail.

The neighbor dogs saw me there by myself, and decided to come across to attack me! Robert turned when he heard them coming and started to yell at them, and that got Sadie’s and my pup’s attention. They all turned and headed back toward me at full speed.

BG and Sadie saw that to head them off before they got to me, they would have to break the rules and go through the fence. They ducked through in a big hurry, and cut those mean dogs off, just before they got to the fence line… about 15 feet from me.

The two older ones saw BG and Sadie closing in and Robert right behind them, and decided to head for home. The young one stopped, undecided for a few minutes, which gave Robert a chance to get close enough to make him decide to follow the others.
We came on home and a little later, Robert noticed that BG had gotten a gash from the barbed wire when he had gone through. We looked at the pictures he had taken and could clearly see it on some of them when we enlarged them. It had sliced him on his left hip, clear through his skin and was about an inch and a half long.
Out here in the country, Mom has had to learn to do first aid and minor surgeries. She had to do a little surgery on Beeg. She cleaned up, disinfected, shaved the wound, deadened the area with a topical, and then put in a couple of stitches. He will be taking penicillin for the next week, and is not to happy about the pair of modified underwear that he has to wear to keep him out of the wound.

I am so proud of him… and even little Dott was ready to fight them (as usual). The two are really big Australian Shepherds… about 3 times BG’s size and 6-7 times Dott’s. I suppose I should thank Sadie… sort of… but I think that Robert did enough of that, so I probably won’t.

Mom was really proud and happy with BG because he laid so still and was so good during all the things she had to do to get him fixed up. The only time he wiggled was each time she bit him in the butt with the needle, but that was really quick both times and he laid very still while she tied the stitches.

I wanted to show the details, but she and Robert were to busy to take any pictures until after everything was done. BG isn’t to happy with his new britches, but Mom doesn’t want him to pull on his stitches.