Do you see this? This is the bite that my ex’s girlfriend’s mother’s DOG took out of my son’s ass.
Am I pissed? You BETCHA.
Here’s the setup – I needed to go out of town for half the day on Sunday, and she said she would watch my children. I certainly couldn’t ask their FATHER because, as with tits on a bull, he is not very useful. So, I cheerfully took her up on her willingness to watch the kids and went about my merry way.
So, let’s move forward about 6 hours. We have long since returned from said trip and the children are home. Bitten child says to me, “I’m gonna take a shower.” Now, this is immediately suspect since he would normally rather eat his own spleen than shower, but I chalked it up to his having had the flu all weekend and paid it no further mind.
That is until older son comes into my room with the “calm down” posture and says, “Okay, MOM, just to let you know, Gladys’* mom’s dog bit *name omitted to protect my beautiful, innocent green-eyed dumpling*”
WTF?!?!?!
So, bitten child comes into my room and shows me said bite – exactly as pictured above. Now, seeing as how it’s been hours and all the dog drool cooties are now furiously and feverishly coursing through his veins, we scoop him up and take him to the ER, where we wait for a REALLY LONG TIME.
Now, of course I have alerted the ex that younger boychild was bitten by a dog, and his first reaction was, “Just so you know, he’s been told not to mess with those dogs.” Not, “Oh my GOSH, is he OKAY???” but “the little punk was causing trouble.”
What he failed to realize is that he just told me that the dog is, in fact, a known biter.
But, accidents happen – especially when under the care of less than attentive non-parents, and I am just concerned that he get his little butt all sewn back together so we can all go to bed.
Now, unbeknownst to ME, all the while we are sitting there awaiting treatment, Gladys* is ringing up my older son and shaking him down for information. Now, let me be clear when I say that, even as of this writing now three days later, NO ONE has called to check on the welfare of this child or express any regret that the event transpired. But what WAS discussed on this phone call – placed WELL after midnight to a young teenager on a school night – was whether or not the bite was that bad (because everyone KNOWS I am a dramatic, hystrionic liar) and also whether she or her mother should expect a bill. Also, was I planning on suing her?
Um, can we just get the bite cleaned up, first? Honestly, knowing VERY well how crazy bitches behave, I wouldn’t be surprised if they called me psycho up one side and down the other. She probably called her mother and they have their whole “he was messing with the dogs” defense sorted out quite nicely.
Now, again, let me remind you that at no point have I done ANYTHING but call up the ex and tell him that I was taking the child to the ER.
Here are some questions that I would like answered:
- Why did no one call me the instant this child was bitten?
- Why was he not afforded proper medical attention IMMEDIATELY following the bite?
- Why did no one address his statement “the dog just bit me?”
If I am the psycho, why is this bitch calling my SON at MIDNIGHT to ask him whether HIS MOTHER was going to file a LAWSUIT?
If he was “messing with the dog” as the offenders have repeatedly said, why is the bite not on his HAND or FACE but on his backside?
Oh, and here’s a biggie, Why the FUCK was my son allowed to enter a yard with a fucking BITING ANIMAL to BEGIN WITH?
Just for the sake of completeness, my son is now taking a nasty course of disgusting antibiotics and they were unable to close the open portion of the wound because the fucking SKIN WAS MISSING. We are awaiting word from animal control to find out if this dog really IS up to date on his shots, or if that is ANOTHER thing we will have to deal with…
But I’M the crazy bitch.
*name has been changed so that the irretrievably irresponsible asscow can remain anonymous
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17. March 2009 at 8:02 pm
Jesus! What breed of dog was it? Maybe the family was staging a Coppertone-like photo and it went awry.
18. March 2009 at 10:44 am
It is a Chow/German Shepherd mix. That really surprises me since both breeds are notoriously lovable, calm dogs.
*rolls eyes*
PS – that bite is THROUGH jeans…if he’d had his shorts on, he would probably be shitting into a bag.
20. March 2009 at 11:10 am
Katie, I agree with you 100% If it was my child I would have unleashed an unspeakable hell-like wrath of which there was no escape. Buildings would crumble and burn as the cosmos folded in upon itself from the roar of my resolve. With a shattering, piercing collapse our universe would fade and burn, melting their faces into a soupy devoided goo (kinda like “Raider’s of the Lost Ark” cause that movie was cool)…and that would just be from the angry email I sent.
Especially, when a lawsuit was inquired about over the child’s safety…oh man, that would have sent me further over the edge. I swear this world is going to shit when people behave like this.
Chows are up there with poodles, dalmations, and pits as one of the most notorious biting breeds. Mix in the brain of a german shephard and you get Hitler in furry skin, but with a much better mustache!
20. March 2009 at 2:25 pm
One though, get a Caucasian Shepard and take it over to the lady’s house and have it eat the other dog…
but seriously, so rage-inducing… what do you even do.
Any updates Katie?
20. March 2009 at 2:39 pm
CJ, I couldn’t have conveyed my wrath any better than you just did. Here is the update: The phone number to the dog owner was – conveniently – incorrect, so animal control was unable to quarantine the dog. The upside is that the dog IS current on its vaccinations, and has exhibited no behavior indicative of Rabies.
When we DID finally get the updated phone number and placed a call to the dog owner, she seemed sufficiently apologetic. That doesn’t excuse the inaction on their part. I would have followed up. People just suck, anymore. I mean, how the hell is it that I have to call the person responsible for the whole situation? Why wasn’t SHE going out of her way to contact ME?
While I have a legitimate claim, it would be more trouble than it’s worth to try and collect anything. However, my insurance company DOES reserve the right to collect monies paid out from the at-fault party…
It’s going to be a hideous scar.
20. March 2009 at 2:41 pm
I have never seen anything as frightening as that Caucasian Shepherd.
20. March 2009 at 2:57 pm
Is that the dog that misappropriates your tax funds, won’t call you back about your stock portfolio, gets drunk and beats its wife (or beats it’s drunk wife), and is physically unable to dance rhythmically?
23. March 2009 at 6:28 pm
haha, yes, that’s exactly the same dog.
6. September 2009 at 6:29 am
Report to animal control and ask to have the dog destroyed. Animals have to be able to cohabit with humans without attacking. Children are particularly vulnerable, and most cities will put such animals down.
We had a person here whose dog aggressively nipped at passersby at our local park. People had to move out of the way or get bit, and the owner was oblivious to this being a problem for children. So, a plain clothes police officer walked near the animal one afternoon, and sure enough the dog lunged at him. The officer drew his gun and shot the dog. This was a mess, because the owner came unglued…to no avail.
The moral to this story is control you dog or lose it. We don’t serve animals in this life, and those who attempt reverse this relationship are in for a very rude awakening. It doesn’t have to be this way, but sometimes there is no choice.
I will never forget the afternoon the neighbor’s the dog bit my brother on the leg riding his bicycle down the street. The dog got loose from the back yard and grabbed hold of his ankle as he rode past this fellow’s house. This was one of those issues where reality prevailed and saved the dog. The owner immediately took responsibility providing psychological support for my brother, which probably saved the dogs life. In preparation for the worst case scenario, the dag was facing down the barrel of a shot gun should the owner have postured in it’s defense. My dad would have rightfully killed it. It was a guard dog, and it stoked the fear of anyone coming near our neighbor’s house. Having range of the entire neighborhood was not an option, and the owner acknowledged this on the dog’s behalf, thank God.
In another scenario, a border collie found it’s way into the corral of a Brahma bull and commenced the theatrics of herding it into a frenzy. the owner took the dog out with a 4/10, and of course social pandemonium ensued. The dog was innocent, but the owner had set it on the bull for fun. This incident, like your own, was a case where the dog owner subordinated domestication to some arcane need to elevate the animal above it’s status.
Last, I was engaged to a woman who owned a temperamental Husky that bit and left some nasty bruises on my daughter wrists. There was no doubt in my mind that this animal could not be domesticated. I let her ship him back home, she shortly following on his heel. Domestic animals must not attack people, plain and simple.
It may not feel correct in doing so, but you have an obligation to have this checked out with animal control to prevent others from being attacked as well.
6. September 2009 at 5:11 pm
I did report the bite to animal control, although I am not even sure they followed up on it. As long as you can prove that the dog has had its rabies shot, there is really nothing else that they do…at least not in this case.
I was bitten when I was 7 – by a “domesticated wolf” that was kept in a 10×10 pen for its entire life. The one time the owners took the dog out of the pen to clean it, they tied it to a telephone pole, and the last thing I remember thinking as I reached out to pat it on the head was, “nice doggie.” After that, he sunk his teeth into my skull and tore a good sized flap of my scalp off my head. I literally pissed myself. My brother carried me like a football back to our house (after pulling the dog off me and slamming it into said telephone pole – an impressive feat for a 12-year-old) and then I spent the rest of my night in the emergency getting more stitches than Frankenstein’s monster.
You would think that would make me afraid of dogs, wouldn’t you? Nope.
I do agree, though, that dogs are animals and if animals cannot peacefully and safely coexist with anyone, they should be destroyed.