I’ll post more on the hellacious few month’s I’ve had at work, but this week the problem has been the dogs. Or to be more technically correct my sister-in-law’s dogs. My sister-in-law’s registered boxer, Prissy, had pups about a year ago. I took them to Walmart and helped her give away most of the litter last year. There were 2 left that she wanted to give away and one she wanted to keep(all girls). Wednesday she informs me that Prissy and 2 of the pups are attacking the 3rd pup (this pup has no name at 1 year old so I’m calling her Sweetheart for this post) and not letting her eat. Wednesday was the third day of this. Sweetheart would not leave dog house (they are in a dog pen). Sister-in-law’s dad and uncle were coming over to get her.
We got Sweetheart out of the dog house. She was chewed up pretty bad. Her hind hauches were dried scabs and she had tufts of fur missing from her neck. She wouldn’t eat, would barely drink. Sister-in-law’s uncle took her home. He called Thursday and told Sister-in-law she was too septic (infection had set in) and he had to have her put down.
We found out Wednesday night too that Prissy is in heat. We’d run Prissy, Pebbles, and No Name off for a few minutes so we could get Sweetheart out of the dog house. We went in the house to give them some time to return. When Sister-in-law looked out into the yard, she saw a neighbor’s dog humping Prissy. (Sister-in-law isn’t really knowledgible about dogs and Brother could care less.)
Thursday I wake up and Sister-in-law tells me Prissy & Pebbles are picking on No Name. I watch Little Bit while she gets No Name out of the dog house and on a leash run. No Name went nuts! She’s never had on a collar in her life, much less the indignities of a leash.
Friday no news.
Sat I wake up. I’m told Prissy is going after Pebbles. Joy. We may have to put Prissy down now.