You Don't Get Lucky Twice

Remember Stella? I loved Stella. She quit showing up at our house, though. So yesterday, I decided to take the boy and Roxy to go get the mail. We can let Roxy out front now, because the Man installed one of those electric fences. I've opposed it for years due to the whole "shocking" thing, but it has been great!

But I digress. Roxy walked out ahead of me and the Boy. And then I noticed a dog in the front garden. She looked innocent enough, but I put the Boy back inside anyways. I tried to get Roxy in, but she was already deep into the butt sniffing. The dog came up to me, tail tucked. I started to lean in to see the phone number on the tag when SNAP! it got put-out with butt sniffing and attacked Roxy.

Let me tell you something. In situations like that, there are people who would remain calm and know exactly what to do. I am not one of those people. I am the one with arms flailing in the air screaming, "Everybody panic!" In any case, after about 8 seconds, Roxy managed to break free and runnnnn like the dickens. And the stray took off.

Here's her major battle wound - it was worse than the picture makes it look but still not too bad. Just bad enough that I had to take her to the vet and pay out the nose for it.

She was so exhausted afterwards, she just went and laid in her bed. She never does that. Poor girl. I was so proud of her for putting up the best fight she could against a dog more than twice her size.

(Insert a tasteless Michael Vick joke here).