Thursday, November 8, 2007

Oh bloody hell

to borrow a phrase from my friend Russell, that is.

My home has always been open-door to friends and family. Lately this has included several wonderful stays from Moose's friends - much to the irritation of Bill the Cat. In the past while, we have hosted Michelle's pup Billy (who is no longer a pup, and is more Moose's size now!!!!! i told you so) Stacey's dog Ellie (boxer mix), Stoph and Maia's dog Guinness (very appropriately named black and tan shepherd-lab mix), and Kimmie's Rue (aka ru-ru, a black lab-weimie mix). Rue has stayed here several times, and Moose at Rue's house. They are good buddies. This has been well-established.

Which does not explain what I found when I came home from school this afternoon. Two happy, wriggling doggies (and one pissed-off tabby cat) looking for dinner, all is good in the world... until I look at the fridge, next to the dog dish. I see blood on the fridge. Not just a little dot, but rather multiple streaks of it. Sort of like, oh, a tail used as a paintbrush. Hm, that's wierd? So I filled the dog dishes, and turned around..... more blood. On the dishwasher. And all of the walls in the foyer, and the living room. O....kay. Both dogs are wriggling with joy at their food, no pain apparent, cat has been outside all day and seems intact, no missing limbs or appendages obvious. So, what the hell??

I let the kiddos outside, everyone is acting just fine. No limping, whimpers, nothing. Back inside, I tackle Ru, bc I'm pretty danged sure the blood is coming from her (for those of you know don't know, my dog Moose is not only an alpha dog, she is also a cannibal). I can't find any gashes, broken nails, no lacerations to her nose..... but there is a 1.5" long gash on her tail, at the tip, still moist with blood. Apparently SOMEONE was wagging her tail a little too vigorously in the presence of a sharp object as yet unidentified.

I am somewhat relieved that Ru's body did not bear the tooth puncture marks I was anticipating, but I have no idea what she hurt herself on. See, my house is the next thing to babyproof - all I have at knee level that may be dangerous is a coffee table and a fireplace hearth. So what the hell, did she slash her tail on my BIKE??


(Look at Moose's countenance. Anthropomorphic, I know, but doesn't she just look like she's saying, "i swear, i had nothing to do with it"?)





Anyways. It looks like I'll be scrubbing ALL of my walls a little sooner than anticipated. Or maybe I should just leave the blood there and call it abstract art?

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