Max is quite a big lad at 45kgs a Bloodhound/Foxhound cross.
I’ve seen him in a few scrapes before without barely a squeak. Today would be
different!
Me and Max |
The usual routine of searching for his ball on a rope in the
now dying off Bracken is followed by collect the stick from the lake. Max does
everything with great enthusiasm except today he didn’t bank on his friend
Google (a Shar Pei/Beagle cross) getting in the way. Of course Billie Bobs the
pup, would also get under everyone’s’ feet.
His favourite stick today happened to be an Oak branch,
which had in no way begun to rot, and so had the density of a baseball bat.
After I had thrown it and had it retrieved a few times, Google decided that he
was bored and so would steal the only stick that was available in the entire
park! Well after each visit to the lake
Max would dry off by
rolling around in the grass and dirt, but on this occasion he paid little
attention when getting back up and the timing could be no worse. Google was now
running past with this three foot solid Oak branch in his mouth. As Max got to
his feet and turned to his right, I heard the horrible sound of Oak on skull.
Had Max have been human I have no doubt a concussion and a hospital visit would
have followed. A squeal, immediately followed by a growl and being slightly
non-plussed shaking his head I imagine to clear it and also in an attempt to
find out who the hell just hit/bit him. I immediately grabbed Max, as the pup
being totally unaware of what had just happened had no idea she was wandering
in the teeth of a hurricane. I held him tight and after a short while he began
to calm down where I could see he had been incredibly lucky and the stick had
struck him right beneath his eye lashes leaving a small cut which had it been
3-4mm lower would almost certainly with the force of the blow, have blinded the
poor boy.
Well Max shrugged this injury off by grinding his face into
the dirt until the pain started to subside. Bless him, he was VERY lucky.
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