It’s a little past midnight, I’m fast asleep, been asleep for a while now actually, when I’m woken up to “he got me, he got me good this time!” And there was blood, a lot of blood, on the bed, all over the bathroom sink and counter top, all coming from Mike’s face, his lip to be exact.
“Let me see. What happened?”
“I think I need stitches. I think you need to take me to the ER.”
“Let me see. Yep, get dressed. We’re going to the hospital. Max, what the hell?”
Max is then roughed up by a very pissed Mike, while we get dressed and off we go, half asleep, and still slightly buzzed from the margaritas we had for dinner (it was Friday night after all). Three hours later, after seeing 4 nurses and 1 doctor (talk about bureaucracy) and finally getting the 9 stitches needed, we are off home, with a prescription for antibiotics and neosporin.
Mike’s lip is swollen and bruised. His scabs are slowly forming and falling off. He looks worse than it is. Advil is helping with any remanence of pain and with the inflammation. He’ll go to his regular doctor tomorrow and get the stitches removed by the end of the week. It wasn’t so bad after all, yet still he got bit by one of his own dogs. What would have happened if Max had gotten him in the eye? It’s quite disturbing if we think about the possibilities.
Max is in the dog house. It’s a good thing he’s so darn cute, if not he would have been driven to the pound the very next day. Mike doesn’t believe in getting rid of his dogs, even if he does end up in the emergency room. But it’s no secret Max has issues, psychological issues, and we need to figure out how to deal with them. Specifically, he gets crazy possessive, and the sweet loving cutesy he is in the mornings, is an angry, aggressive little devil at night when he either gets a hold of something he claims as his own and fears someone will take away from him (e.g., a toy, a bone, or me, when he’s cuddle up to me in bed). So he growls, shows his teeth, and if someone gets close enough, he’ll bite.
I’ve read about crating and how that helps confine dogs and provide a sense of security for them, sort of like swaddling a new born. We have a crate and I think it’s time we began using it. Max won’t like it one bit, but something needs to be done. Mike doesn’t like the idea, will we crate Max and not Charlie? Will we crate them both although Charlie doesn’t really need it? If you have any insights, please share and help us out here. I’m really not sure what to do with Max, but I know something needs to be done, soon.