So, we've talked about the highs. Let's talk about the lows. I've had mixed feelings about writing a post about something that happened two weeks ago.
Bosco bit Nathan.
That 3-word sentence has been haunting me since the night it happened. I feel like a bad mom.
Nate and Bosco had been running up and down the hallway from front to back door for about 15 minutes. I thought they were playing. I was talking to my sister on the phone...not paying close attention to antics in the hallway. Then I heard a growl and Nate screaming. I yelled, hung up the phone, threw Bosco into the yard, and picked up Nate. I was rocking him on my lap and looking for obvious wounds. I didn't see any. Until I leaned him forward and pulled up his sleeve. A bloody gash on his arm. The bottom fell out of my stomach. I had so many thoughts going through my head - first and foremost "Holy Shit!" I ran Nate upstairs to my bathroom and pulled out the first aid kit. I cleaned the bite with peroxide, applied ointment, and tried to find a freaking Band-aid. I bandaged it up and Nate had stopped crying. I called Mike to tell him and I lost it while I was on the phone. The band-aid wasn't keeping up with the blood flow and I was also thinking about the repercussions of having a dog that bites. And basically I felt like a shitty mom.
Mike rushed home (click here to read his account of the whole situation) and we took Nate to the ER. Thankfully the wound only required a steri-strip and 5 days of anti-biotics. It's looking a lot better now and we have a follow-up appointment with our pediatrician tomorrow.
We also have a dog behaviorist coming to visit next week. Hopefully the tips we get will solve the jealousy and behavior problems with Bosco and the case will be closed. I don't want to think about if it doesn't work.