I slept poorly last night. Woke up several times with my heart pounding, and very much afraid to close my eyes. Of course, that's what I get for reading a medical thriller late at night. It's what I call novel-induced paranoia.
When I woke up again around four, I thought to myself, "thank God I don't have review, meaning I don't have to get up early." So imagine my surprise and irritation when my Dad barged into my room saying, "get up, Rubeus is dead." (FYI, Rubeus is my puppy.)
Isn't he adorable?
So there I was, still drowsy and shell-shocked. I blurted out, "what did you do to him?!", threw my blanket to the side, scrambled over my bed, and rushed out of the room. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw he was alive, but so not OK. He was bitten by my other dog, Rixia. Rixia is a Japanese Akita who is very much malambing to people but does not care much to other dogs - especially if they try to eat/drink from her plate. Turned out Rubeus was drinking Rixia's milk, and the latter got mad (typical Rixia reaction) and bit him.
See the difference in size?
I quickly dressed, washed my face, brush my teeth - then we rushed to Dr. T's clinic. Rubeus had 3 puncture bites - 2 at his back, 1 at the side of his neck. I had a feeling that he was gonna be just fine, but still. I was thankful when Doc T finally arrived to check up on him. One hour and 30 minutes and 1,283 pesos later, he's as good as new. Still weak (what do you expect - he was in pain), but just mighty fine.
Around 11, I tried to catch back more Z's. Woke up at around 2 - I missed the Leyte Landing parade. Heard the band as they passed by, though. Ate a late lunch, and then played with Rubeus. Thank God he is just gonna be fine. :)
When I woke up again around four, I thought to myself, "thank God I don't have review, meaning I don't have to get up early." So imagine my surprise and irritation when my Dad barged into my room saying, "get up, Rubeus is dead." (FYI, Rubeus is my puppy.)
Isn't he adorable?
For size comparison (you'll know what this is about in a while).
So there I was, still drowsy and shell-shocked. I blurted out, "what did you do to him?!", threw my blanket to the side, scrambled over my bed, and rushed out of the room. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw he was alive, but so not OK. He was bitten by my other dog, Rixia. Rixia is a Japanese Akita who is very much malambing to people but does not care much to other dogs - especially if they try to eat/drink from her plate. Turned out Rubeus was drinking Rixia's milk, and the latter got mad (typical Rixia reaction) and bit him.
See the difference in size?I quickly dressed, washed my face, brush my teeth - then we rushed to Dr. T's clinic. Rubeus had 3 puncture bites - 2 at his back, 1 at the side of his neck. I had a feeling that he was gonna be just fine, but still. I was thankful when Doc T finally arrived to check up on him. One hour and 30 minutes and 1,283 pesos later, he's as good as new. Still weak (what do you expect - he was in pain), but just mighty fine.
Around 11, I tried to catch back more Z's. Woke up at around 2 - I missed the Leyte Landing parade. Heard the band as they passed by, though. Ate a late lunch, and then played with Rubeus. Thank God he is just gonna be fine. :)
2 comments:
Thank God he's alright :) I am not too keen on taking care of dogs because I think they are too much of a handful, so I have a lot of respect to those who do :)
Can you believe I have three dogs? Hahaha and yeah, they are a handful. Buti na lang my parents are dog persons, too :)
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