Day 2316 Savage attack

16th December 2023

Well, where do I start?

The day began by me letting the dogs out of the small bedroom and Milly out of the cage. They all ran out into the back garden to do their business.

We had our breakfast in the sun room with the three of them sitting around waiting for any scraps that fell on the ground.

Next was the walk around the block, stopping to talk with a couple who had built a huge geodome in their back garden.

Once we got back home again we took pictures of the latest dresser then drove up to Kelli’s mum to collect another to work on.

I could hear a commotion inside and rushed in to see what was happening.

Milly was being a bit annoying, she was trying to get Phoebe to play, but there was a lot of snarling and barking, this seemed to excite Milly even more, so we tried to intervene by getting Milly interested in some toys.

I then went out into the garage to start work on the new dresser whilst Kelli had to make a cake for Greer’s birthday party tomorrow.

Milly had destroyed a rush mat in the sunroom leaving bits all over the place. We scolded her and put her outside while I cleaned up the mess.

Milly was bouncing around barking, I had never seen her in this state, so I went outside to try to calm her down. She ran at me nipping and biting. I turned and walked away, normally this stops the aggression, but she continued. Then Kelli came out to try and help me, but Milly then attacked her. I managed to grab her collar pulling her to the ground, but not before she bit Kelli on the arm, just above the elbow.

Kelli ran inside to grab the leash and we somehow attached it to her collar. She then dragged Milly to the truck and we got her inside and slammed the door.

Kelli rushed back to the bathroom to look at the bite.

I heard a scream and hysterical crying coming from the room.

I ran in to see her sobbing at the sight of a large hole, about half an inch in diameter, and a flap of skin hanging free, it looked horrible.

In that moment Milly’s life with us was over, she was going back to the humane society as soon as I could, but first I had to get Kelli to the hospital.

We had noticed a change in her behaviour that day, her interactions with Phoebe were a little rougher, maybe frustrating her, and her barking at us, was totally out of character, we couldn’t have imagined it would end so violently.

Milly had been locked inside the truck, I had to restrain her, and get her into a cage.

I opened the door and grabbed the lease and quickly wrapping it around the passenger headrest. That held her long enough for me to place the cage in the back of the truck.

Now it was just a question of getting Milly into it.

Fortunately she had calmed down sufficiently for me to load her into the cage and lock it.

After I had taken Kelli into the emergency room and saw she was being attended to, I had to leave to get to the humane Society before it closed.

There were forms to fill out, and a lot of questions documenting what happened and the dog’s behaviour. Then the time came when the girl came out to the car to take Milly away.

As they walked back into the building, she did not look back, she just trotted alongside as if nothing had happened.

I was sad because, although we only had her for ten days I had become attached to her. She had fallen asleep laying across my lap, and I hoped she would become a happy member of our family.

I guess no one knows what happened in her early life, some hidden trigger waiting to be activated, her future lay in the hands of the humane society.

When I returned to the hospital, Kelli was lying on a bed in a treatment room. Her mum was with her, she needed someone that would give her support, as I wasn’t there.

A doctor was busy cleaning her wound. I sat the other side and didn’t see the detail, he was using a lot of big words that I couldn’t pronounce yet alone spell.

He finally finished the job by applying the staples to close the wound. It was then covered with a non sticking gauze, and he was finished.

Her mum was then taken out in a wheelchair, mainly because she didn’t know the way out.

This was confusing for the staff to wheeled out a visitor after she managed to walk in, but they did it with a smile.

Then it was our turn to get wheeled out, we sure monopolised the wheelchairs this night.

We then had to collect the prescription from a pharmacy on the north side, by which time we were hungry, so an order for a couple of burgers from New Holland was placed.

Getting back, and tucking into the food was the best part of the day.