The past couple days have been rough, man. Monday evening, mrs. laugh track and belmanoir came for a visit and to watch something I'd DVRed for them, and Billy just flipped the fuck out. We'd had a really good day, because it was utterly beautiful weather unlike anything we normally get in April here, and I took him to Lincoln Park, where we strolled the old-growth woodland trails and went down to the beach -- his first beach! He really liked it!
I just don't know what it was that made him flip out about them, if it was the fact there were two people instead of the one we've had before (this isn't the first time we've had visitors), but he never stopped quaking and hiding, and then after they were gone he got worse. He kept hiding under the bed, and in the morning when I let him out to pee, he hid under the deck and wouldn't come out. I finally lured him out by sitting down and weeding, but it took over an hour. I went off to my physical therapy appointment, which was deeply painful in a really unusual way (something I'll write about later), and stopped to get something to eat, so I hoped that by being alone for a while, perhaps he'd chill a bit when I got home.
He seemed quieter, so I took him for a walk because that seems to make him more confident, only we got attacked by a German shepherd. There is this house being rebuilt a few streets over, and the contractors were (illegally) parked in the driveway and completely blocking the sidewalk. I could go into the street or I could walk around behind it, and I chose behind because I thought I'd seen someone get in the van before and I didn't want to get hit (there have been more than a few times walking a dog when I nearly got hit crossing someone's driveway). I heard someone yell "Better get your dog" to I assume the owner, but before I could understand what was happening, the dog was on Billy and trying to kill him. I turned, kicked at the dog, and then basically yanked him up by his collar, which was harsh but I figured a momentary strangulation was better than a puncture wound to an artery or a crushed neck.
I fucking hate German shepherds. They're the one dog I can't stand, I'm afraid of them generally, and I've been bitten by one and terrorized by them before, so I come by my hatred from experience. I was screaming, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" at the guys who'd come to pull the dog off. And one of the guys got all shirty with me, so I started yelling at him about parking his fucking truck in the fucking sidewalk -- basically my entire sentences devolved into "fuck" variations. So he started yelling back at me, and I was like, OK douchebag, it's on, I can call SPD and have them bring you a ticket for blocking the sidewalk. But then the owner came over and was apologizing like crazy, saying his dog had never done anything like that and he didn't mean to have her running around but he'd just got back from lunch or something. I wasn't interested.
Billy fear pees and so I was covered with stinking pee and trying to check him for wounds but it was impossible because he was flipping around like a landed fish. The guy asked me if I wanted his name and number and I said, "Uh, yeah." I mean, what, everything was OK? Geez. I don't think he was a shitty guy, but I can't stand people letting dangerous dogs run around like that where there's no fence or a flimsy fence. You can't ever assume that just because a dog hasn't hurt someone, they won't hurt them ever. That's not how dogs work, especially protective dogs like those. It probably saw us coming around the van, and decided to take us on. I didn't realize until I got home that something had bruised my hand (I don't know if I was bitten but didn't get a wound or what) and I'd pulled my calf muscle. The walk home was really hard, he was terrified. I had to take him to the vet and that terrified him more.
He has two abrasions on his lower belly near his penis, and a larger one on his side. Fortunately it was minor and just a bit of blood. But they gave him fluid for shock and of course antibiotics. I don't know if the other dog has had its rabies shots. I talked to animal control today and the guy was going to investigate but I don't know what he's found, if anything, and he left a report to be filled out at my house. The worst part was that Billy went back under the deck last night and wouldn't come out. I spent three hours in the backyard trying to trick him and lure him while having this horrible conversation with one of the rescue group people that kept dropping, over and over. I finally remembered I had one hamburger left from cooking a batch the other night, and so I heated it up and wafted it around the shrubbery in front of the deck. I didn't think he'd come out, but he must have smelled it, because when I went to the garage to get my kneeling pad so I could sit there and wave it around, he actually came out and I was finally able to grab his collar.
My friend thought I wouldn't want to go see Captain America: Winter Soldier as we'd planned but I was like, please, I need a break. I'm so glad we got to go. ( ALL THE FEELS )