Jacob's incident involving a Cocker Spaniel attacking my Pit Bull.
It happened on a beautiful Saturday, the first real summer day in Toronto this past weekend. I promised my 10 month old puppy Jacob that we will go down to Cherry Beach, his and Toronto dogs’ favorite summer time hangout. It’s a long walk, around 40 minutes just to get there but it’s perfect on this sunny day. It was Jacob’s fourth visit to the beach and the first time he went out far enough in the water to really ‘swim’. Fellow dog owners shared the excitement of this achievement and we all played with each other’s dogs. After what felt like hundreds of sticks were thrown and retrieved, we continued our walk so that Jacob could dry off and warm up. Then it happened. A 16 pound brown cocker spaniel bounds out of nowhere and attacks the 50 pounds of puppy that he is. He began bleeding immediately, a deep laceration on his left ear, wound on the top of the head and my white dog quickly was soaked in his own blood. He is half pit bull. I acted immediately and washed his cut and the blood just kept coming. Jacob was calm but obviously still in shock. We walked the 2 kilometers back towards the parking lot and washrooms. Many people asked what happened and I just quickly said he was just attacked. A group of teenagers said, oh what happened? To which I replied he was just attacked and they said oh well he will be tough when he grows up. Many curious looks: some of concern, some of fear, most of unfair judgment. A very kind man offered me his first aid kit with hydrogen peroxide to disinfect the cut. The bleeding was not stopping and we started walking back up Cherry Street. Jacob was neck was now soaked in his own blood dripping from his left ear. The top of his head was also bleeding from another cut. We walked and on the way, a lady with her own dog, took one look, and dragged her dog away, muttering, “You stay away from THAT dog.” That dog, with all that blood – must be a vicious pit bull, must have killed something, he must have done something. That dog – the words stung, I wanted to explain, defend him, plead his case, tell her what had happened… but I had more pressing concerned on my mind – I had to get Jacob to a vet. . We walked through the Distillery and were met with sympathy. A kind family comforted him with words while I wipe most the stained blood off him with wet paper towels. Then we continued to walk, to the only vet still open at 6pm on a Saturday, The Downtown Animal Hospital, on Church and Isabella. An hour later, we arrive and were seen by the doctor. $500 and 4 stitches later, I picked up Jacob at 10pm. He met with an Elizabethan collar, still groggy from the anesthesia, tail wagging.
I was compelled to tell our story not because I love my dog, not because I am mad at the owner of an aggressive cocker spaniel, and not because of anything but the single-sided portrayal of a breed of dogs by the media that has the public ridden with fear. The negative reaction and wrongful assumptions of people who see a young dog covered in his own blood is a result of the ‘pit bull media frenzy’. I thank those who gave a sympathetic look or words of concern.
Jacob’s recovery will be blogged on www.dogster.com/?274153 and comments can sent to thisisforthedexy.gmail.com.
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