The dog attack on our dogs.

This post is about the dog attack that occurred with our dogs a few years ago. If you are easily upset, please don’t read further because I show photos of the bruises.

This is Jedi. He was the one who got the worse part of the attack. His brother, Padawan, had jumped up on my walker and escaped any bites or mouthing that would have caused bruising.

This was the first bruise that I noticed within minutes of getting back home. Because it was on his abdomen, I was worried about possible internal injuries. So we took our dogs to the veterinarian’s office.

The vet found this bruise and trimmed the fur so he could see it better. It is the teeth marks of the attacking dog. I didn't put in all the photos of the bruises. They pretty much look like the one above. 

This was another bruise the vet found. I was surprised how many more bruises appeared during the next couple of days, but I didn’t have the heart to take more photos.

Jedi was walked slower and appeared stiff which the vet explained would happen. The vet explained what we could give him for pain as well.

This is Padawan, Jedi’s brother. He did not have any bruises, but the vet gave him an exam just to be safe. Look at that face. He felt left out because his photo wasn't taken. There was no need to trim his fur at the vet’s. 

We took pity on him and made him feel better by taking his photo. He actually put his nose under the measuring tape, so we knew that he wanted his photo taken with it like his brother.

We thought that we were finished and everything was fine, but he sat up so we could get a photo of his belly. He even wanted the measuring tape again. So we obliged. He was lucky and had not been bitten or mouthed by the attacking dog.

The dog that attacked us was found to be a “potentially dangerous dog.” The owners were fined and also had to do some extra things to ensure public safety, such as muzzle the dog when going out of their yard.

After a few months, that dog wasn’t around and we don’t know what happened to him. We don’t blame that dog. The owners should have done more to keep him secured.

Mystique

This is Mystique. She was found in the neighborhood on November 2nd of 2007. She appears to be a Main Coon or a Main Coon mix. 

We tried to place her in a no-kill shelter, but they were full and we did not want to take her to the county animal control center because they have to put down an animal after a certain time if it doesn't get adopted. 

So we kept her separated for a day from our other babies until we could get her in to see out vet. He gave her an all clear on any communicable diseases so we brought her home and officially adopted her. 

Mystique had a tough life before us. We thought she was two months old because of her size. The vet explained that her teeth showed that she was six months old. She was underweight and undersized. 

The cartilage of her left ear was broken. (You can see it in the photo.) The tip of her tail was also broken and has a permanent kink in it. She has discoloration in the pupils of her eyes which could be damage caused by blunt trauma. She also has slight tremors occasionally which may indicate a neurological disorder which may be related to the blunt force trauma. I say "may" because the vet cannot determine without tests, some which are invasive.  

Mystique is spoiled now and, like the rest of the pets, gets whatever she wants. She doesn't communicate as well as the other babies. The others have various ways of telling us if they want a treat, a snuggle, or outside (puppies). Probably because she had trouble the first six months or so of her life, but we are doing everything to help her forget those times. 

Here she is on the kitty's bunk beds making herself quite at home.

Our Dogs

Our puppies are brothers from the same litter. Their mom was a 10 pound Toy Fox Terrier, wire-haired. Their dad was an 8 pound Maltese. Our dogs are now 24 and 26 pounds. They grew! This is one of their first photos. They were such small puppies. That is a kitchen chair behind them and one of the legs of the table.

Their names are Padawan and Jedi. My husband is a Star Wars fan. A padawan learner is a person studying in the force, a power in the Star Wars world. A jedi is a master of the force.

Padawan is on the left. He has straighter, slightly darker fur and dark ear tips. He is our big baby. He loves attention and isn’t happy unless he is on someone’s lap or pressed up against someone. Jedi has curlier, lighter fur and an under bite. He is the quieter one of the two. He is the watchful serious one who wants to make sure everyone is alright.

Both of them love car rides, even if they are riding in the car from the front of the house to the garage. They are always happy to jump in the car.

Vex & Lathandar

Everyone has trouble telling our black cats apart. Vex is on the left. Lathandar is on the right. 

We used to give them them different colored collars. Vex had a red one, but he was adept at losing it. We still don't know where he has hidden them. Yes, he removed many from his neck. Lathandar had blue collars, but we think Vex helped him to lose a few of them as well. 

Vex is our little rogue. He tends to take things that aren't his. Vex is able to hide things well. I lost my favorite make-up brush over eleven years ago from out of the medicine cabinet. Haven't seen it since. He had been interested in it and I had caught him with it a couple of times. I'm sure he is the one who is responsible for its disappearance. 

Lathandar is our protective cat. He will walk around the house as if on guard duty. He often perches up high so he can see the rooms better. He watches over his domain ensuring that life is safe. Such a sweetie to look out for us like that. 

Satchel

This blog will be about our pets. I wanted to start with the one who has left us for the Rainbow Bridge. His name was/is Satchel. He passed on June 19, 2007. 

Satchel is the inspiration for this blog. There are so many memories, but not every memory is clear. Also, not enough photos. I wanted something, a journal or diary, to write about the fur babies. Thus, this blog was created.

Satchel was a very big cat. He weighed 26 pounds and we loved each ounce of him. He was a gentle giant. Notice that he has a pink nose with black swirled through. He also had very pretty green eyes. 

Satchel had a habit of not eating until he was stroked three times on the head. Not sure why, but he always waited for his petting. 

Satchel knew that I always kissed his (and all the fur babies) head right after snuggle time was over. So sometimes, when we were snuggling and he wanted to do something else, he would offer me his forehead to kiss. It would make me laugh because I knew he wanted to go do something. He never left until the kiss which isn't a big deal unless I fell asleep holding him. Then he would wait for my husband to free him. What a sweet boy. 

To our Satchel, we love you and miss you very much.