So, for only the second time in my life, I was bitten by a dog yesterday
(and for the anti-BSL record, this was a springer spaniel, the first was a dalmatian)
So I'm walking home from work and I see this couple with a handsome springer standing on the sidewalk. "Oh! I say, is that a springer spaniel?"
"WHy yes, he is!"
"He's lovely, my father has some."
"Thank you, we adore him"
"Is he friendly?" At this point they are letting him wander my way.
"Yes."
"Oh, may I pet him?"
"Sure"
So the dog gets to me and I reach out slowly to give him a scratch behind the ears and WHAM (I have bruises, but he didn't break skin). No ears forward or back, no tail up or down or straight out (slight wag). . he looked a little shy, not afraid or agressive. In fact, he looked almost exactly like my father's springers when they great a stranger. Friendly, just a little shy.
They jerk him back "He was abused . . . he's usually fine with people who know dogs." Hrm . . . that's for the warning folks. If I'd known he'd been abused, maybe I wouldn't have stuck my hand out there. Maybe, just maybe, I would have either not tried to pet him at all, or gone through the whole ritual to gain his confidence . . .
I really, really hope they've learned something, because he didn't really hurt me . . . but next time he sure as hell could hurt someone.
I'm also very very glad Sarama wasn't with me. I have no idea what she would do if she saw another dog bite me, but I have a hunch it would not be at all friendly.
(and for the anti-BSL record, this was a springer spaniel, the first was a dalmatian)
So I'm walking home from work and I see this couple with a handsome springer standing on the sidewalk. "Oh! I say, is that a springer spaniel?"
"WHy yes, he is!"
"He's lovely, my father has some."
"Thank you, we adore him"
"Is he friendly?" At this point they are letting him wander my way.
"Yes."
"Oh, may I pet him?"
"Sure"
So the dog gets to me and I reach out slowly to give him a scratch behind the ears and WHAM (I have bruises, but he didn't break skin). No ears forward or back, no tail up or down or straight out (slight wag). . he looked a little shy, not afraid or agressive. In fact, he looked almost exactly like my father's springers when they great a stranger. Friendly, just a little shy.
They jerk him back "He was abused . . . he's usually fine with people who know dogs." Hrm . . . that's for the warning folks. If I'd known he'd been abused, maybe I wouldn't have stuck my hand out there. Maybe, just maybe, I would have either not tried to pet him at all, or gone through the whole ritual to gain his confidence . . .
I really, really hope they've learned something, because he didn't really hurt me . . . but next time he sure as hell could hurt someone.
I'm also very very glad Sarama wasn't with me. I have no idea what she would do if she saw another dog bite me, but I have a hunch it would not be at all friendly.