Last weekend, my daughter’s small dog happily off leash at the park, ran into someones backyard where it was viciously mauled by a much larger dog. My daughter witnessed the entire episode. For a while, it seemed as if we may lose Rocky our proud little ‘dogman’. He is a Prague Ratter breed and quite an intelligent dog. Of course, he and my daughter have grown up together and despite games that Im sure the dog doesn’t appreciate (dressing up etc.), they love each other dearly.
Despite everything, Rocky is surviving and hopefully on its way to recovery. Though what recovery will look like we are not quite sure. It had the skin more or less ripped away from its back and one front leg and paw virtually chewed off. Despite that, he managed to ‘escape’ the comfy little prison we have built him to sit on the bed behind me. He hates being alone.
I think perhaps it taught my daughter something I have tried to explain. Life can change unexpectedly in an instant.