Video Friday (Dog Bite)

Dog bite
On my leg
Not right
Supposed to beg
Daily to the filling station
Underwater navigation
Oh Oh Oh

Speaking of dogs…
The melee lasted 45 seconds, tops.
It ended with a bloodied finger, animal control officers and a deportation.
Oh, the rabies thing.
Swung home before a meeting to let the girls pee – Trinity is still laid up with the ACL tear, so it’s important she go regularly – and everything was fine. Trin was peeing, Scully was scouting out a place to pee, when the mutt-Akita-looking-mongrel dog from downstairs starts sniffing on Trin. From out of nowhere.
(The dog pushed through the patio screen door.)
Trin’s like, “Dude, back off,” and out of the corner of my eye, I catch a patch of white.
A nasty Jack Russell mix, little furry heat-seeking missile (with teeth) headed right for Trinity (who, at this point, is sitting to take pressure off her messed up joint).
Ever seen a piranha at a feeding frenzy? This little shit was all teeth and fur and jumps and latches on to Trin’s back.
While Trin tries to defend herself, Scully decides to join the scrum and is biting the other dog and I’m kicking the living shit out of the Jack Russell with no success.
The owner walks out wailing and screaming that it’s not her dogs' fault.
Fuck me. The dog is attached to my dog and I’m still kicking the living shit out of it. Trinity, bless her, doesn’t put up with much shit, but she’s helpless with the bad wheel. She’s on the ground, the dog just attacking, vicious.
“Get your goddamn dog off my dog, she’s got a torn tendon and can’t run,” I scream.
She can’t get to the dog, because it’s snapping at her.
And in a moment of malevolent calmness, I turn to her and matter-of-factly said:
“I’m going to kill your fucking dog.”
And reached down to twist it’s little head off.
And that’s when it bit me, taking chunks out of both sides of my index finger. I scream for the girls to go inside (which they do) and the lady finally gets control of the mutt.
“Cops are coming now, lady,” I said.
She waddles off, saying that if they have to put the dog down then fine. Never once does she say sorry.
Animal control shows up, two officers and I tell them what happened. Another neighbor tells me she’s calling the landlord.
I’m bleeding on the floor, through a towel.
“OK, well two things can happen here,” one officer said. “We’ll check the rabies tag and if it’s current, it’s like a house arrest for 10 days. But if it isn’t, we take it.”
(I might interject here that the new neighbors moved in March 8; mine will be the third complaint about their dogs.)
The officer comes back up.
“Uhhhh,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“Well, we’re taking it. Tags ran out March 26.”
“What does that mean for me?”
“Uhhh, well, we’ll observe it for 10 days, but you need to go to the doctor.”
“You’re not going to test it?”
“Only one way to test.”
“Yeah, I know. Take it’s little head off, doesn’t bother me.”
“Uhh, well we can’t. We’ll observe it for 10 days.”
“And me?”
“Well, uh, that’s between you and the doctor, I guess.”
Shit.
(The incubation for rabies in humans is three to eight weeks.)

Anyway, in a salute to rabies everywhere, your Video Friday is “Dog Bite:”

“Dog Bite,” Dead Kennedys