Hospitals and Dog Fights

Casey and Punk
They (almost) look innocent.

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Good Morning Everyone;
I am very tired today. 
(As are the two troublemakers pictured above)...

First and foremost, Casey was back at the hospital last night, treated for her pancreatic pain; and released in the wee hour of the morning.
The doctors in the ER at St. Marys know her now, and do not hesitate to treat.
There seem to be no further stupid questions about her nonexistent drinking, or (also nonexistent) illegal drug use.

I have spoken to her this morning. She sounds rough. Too little sleep and way too much breakthrough pain. She will be calling her Dr. shortly to let him know all of this.

Mr. Miller came yesterday. And since all the snow has arrived, I hadn't the heart to put him where he couldn't find dry ground. So I put him out by Miss Milly. They need to be amenable to each other because Milly will be residing at his house while we are gone for Caseys surgery.
And yes, they get along quite well.(And always have).

I let Punk outside yesterday afternoon as I went to shake a rug.
Looking at the 3 dogs so cute, I thought to come back inside to grab the camera.

But didn't.

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Keep in mind now that the following all happened within a time span of about 15~20 seconds.

As I shook that silly rug, there was a most godawful noise.
I turn to look to the dogs.
They are fighting.
This is NOT rough housing and fun.
It is scary- something with a 'Cujo' air.
No wagging of the tails, indeed they are moving, but sure not in a good way.
Accompanied by this terrible throaty and menacing growling.
(By the time I had taken that all in, I was already hollering and running toward them).
My yelling and cursing did nothing to phase them.

I know it is not good to come between two fighting dogs.
I do so anyway.

I grab the old broom by the kennel, swing and yell at the same time.
With my legs between them, they separate; but they do not move away from each other.
Both dogs every hair standing straight on end, while their eyes were still locked on each other.

No one moves.
Well except for me...

I run my mouth once more, (adrenalin charged Tourettes); and forcibly move one away from the other.

Still hollering, I continue moving this dog toward the house...
She is walking kind of lame.
As is her mother.

Yes, it was Punk and Milly!

WTfreakin'H?

And it is over as soon as it had begun.

My question to you who have multiple dogs...
Has this ever happened between your own dogs?
And if so, what to do about it???

Milly is not in heat.
Punk has always run out to play with her mother.

They are BOTH females, but that should not be a problem.

I realize too that with emotions running high around my house now my dogs feel that also whether we think we 'show' it or not.

But still !!!!

I am always the first to remind people never to say "not MY dog" (for that is as stupid as it is ignorant and silly).

And I also know that sometimes we have a tendency to forget that first and foremost these dogs are "animals" .

I have NO idea what set them off.
I am very thankful that I did not come inside and grab my camera. Those extra seconds would have cost them dearly; (probably myself as well).

The next time that Punk went outside, I was right there. Again she rambled up to Mamas kennel. Again the fur stood, and she was led away.

This morning all is well... ?

Please let me know what may have caused this? They both get along with Mr. Miller, and there have never been any other skirmishes.

Just one more damn thing to worry about.

Love to all.

XOXO
Anne

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