The picture above was taken yesterday right after it happened.
My sweet dog, Fletch, turned on me yesterday when I was trying to break-up a fight between him and Eli. Eli is constantly jumping on Fletcher when he has a toy he wants. I usually just grab Eli by the neck and he lets go of Fletcher’s neck. This time he didn’t let go. Fletcher was trying to go after Eli to make him let go and instead got a hold of me TWICE on the left arm and hand.
The least severe-looking of the bites (the one on the back of my hand) is actually the worst. The stitches I got are on the palm side. When he got a hold of that hand, he began shaking his head. You know how dogs do. I could feel the muscles inside of my hand ripping…in slow motion.
You can see that my hand and fingers are swollen up today. (Compare yesterday’s picture to today’s.) Two knuckles are blue and the back of my hand is blue, which doesn’t show up in these pictures for some reason.
That doesn’t even look like my hand. It looks like someone else’s hand with sausages attached.
I knew better than to do what I did. It is not Fletcher’s fault that I was bitten. He was in fight mode and acting out of pure animal instinct when it happened…and he was not intending to go after me. I just happened to be in the way. I will NEVER-EVER try to break two dogs fighting up again. In fact, as sad as it makes me to say this, I think we need to get rid of Eli. He is the instigator, and it’s not like this is the first time he’s jumped on Fletcher trying to rip his throat out. It has happened many times. I was just lucky those times that Eli let go of Fletch when I grabbed him. It’s that male-on-male dominance thing that is not ever going to go away between them.
I went to the hand doctor that I had just seen a couple of weeks ago about my elbow. There is no major damage to any tendons and no bones broken or joints involved, which is good. I’ll get the stitches out in 10 days and I’m on antibiotics also for 10 days.
I have never been bitten by a dog, much less my own. The power in him and the look in his eyes was frightening and shocking. Yes, my hand throbs, but more than anything, I’m freaked out and sad.