Well, I wasn't going to create a chi diary because I was afraid it would be too much to keep up, but I want to record the event that happened yesterday and how nacho deals with it (if he ever does).
Yesterday was nacho's worst day ever.
May 10, 2003:
It started out fine. Nacho stays in the bathroom the two or three days a week that both my boyfriend and I are at work. When I got home, I let him out and he ran around the house like usual, chasing his tail and playing with his toys. I did my exercise video and asked nacho if he wanted to go for a walk. He responded by running around my feet, like he usually does when he gets excited. So we went for our normal walk in my favorite neighborhood. We got halfway through the walk, where it's time to turn around and go back.
After turning down the next street, I saw three dogs running as fast as they can in our direction. I didn't think much of it because usually nacho gets along well with other dogs, and other dogs on our walks have just sniffed and maybe barked a little, but nothing more. That was my first mistake.
The dogs were not friendly at all. The big brown one and the big white and brown one started trying to eat poor little nacho. I had to pull him up out of the circle by his harness and leash, while kicking at the other dogs to make them let go. He was screaming and crying the whole time, which I don't blame him one bit!
So I'm holding nacho up high so they can't get him and kicking at the dogs and yelling "NO!" to get them to go away, while nacho is still yelling and screaming. Some guy down the street (I don't know if it was the owner of the dogs or just some guy that was trying to help, because I didn't stick around to find out) called the dogs over there away from me.
We walked the rest of our walk to get home, where I surveyed the damage. He has a blood blister on his back and a scratch on his stomach. I put neosporen on the cuts. I also think he might have some bruised ribs or something because he screams any time i try to pick him up from his chest.
The worst part about it is the post tramatic stress disorder he has inherited from this experience. He screams every time there is any sudden movement. He doesn't run around and play. He hasn't touched the treats I've given him. He cowers under the couch or bed and won't come out when he's called. He can't sleep with us in the bed because if we move, he freaks out. We can hardly get near him without him screaming.
I'm hoping that he will forget about it and get over it, but I'm thinking that it will be hard to do until his wounds are healed. He certainly didn't forget about it over night, because he was the same this morning.
Anyone had a similar experience? Any suggestions as to what to do to help are greatly appreciated.
Yesterday was nacho's worst day ever.
May 10, 2003:
It started out fine. Nacho stays in the bathroom the two or three days a week that both my boyfriend and I are at work. When I got home, I let him out and he ran around the house like usual, chasing his tail and playing with his toys. I did my exercise video and asked nacho if he wanted to go for a walk. He responded by running around my feet, like he usually does when he gets excited. So we went for our normal walk in my favorite neighborhood. We got halfway through the walk, where it's time to turn around and go back.
After turning down the next street, I saw three dogs running as fast as they can in our direction. I didn't think much of it because usually nacho gets along well with other dogs, and other dogs on our walks have just sniffed and maybe barked a little, but nothing more. That was my first mistake.
The dogs were not friendly at all. The big brown one and the big white and brown one started trying to eat poor little nacho. I had to pull him up out of the circle by his harness and leash, while kicking at the other dogs to make them let go. He was screaming and crying the whole time, which I don't blame him one bit!
So I'm holding nacho up high so they can't get him and kicking at the dogs and yelling "NO!" to get them to go away, while nacho is still yelling and screaming. Some guy down the street (I don't know if it was the owner of the dogs or just some guy that was trying to help, because I didn't stick around to find out) called the dogs over there away from me.
We walked the rest of our walk to get home, where I surveyed the damage. He has a blood blister on his back and a scratch on his stomach. I put neosporen on the cuts. I also think he might have some bruised ribs or something because he screams any time i try to pick him up from his chest.
The worst part about it is the post tramatic stress disorder he has inherited from this experience. He screams every time there is any sudden movement. He doesn't run around and play. He hasn't touched the treats I've given him. He cowers under the couch or bed and won't come out when he's called. He can't sleep with us in the bed because if we move, he freaks out. We can hardly get near him without him screaming.
I'm hoping that he will forget about it and get over it, but I'm thinking that it will be hard to do until his wounds are healed. He certainly didn't forget about it over night, because he was the same this morning.
Anyone had a similar experience? Any suggestions as to what to do to help are greatly appreciated.
