As you can see, we are sleeping peacefully. Mom wanted to talk about something, so we are handing today's post over to her.
In my life I've been bitten in the face three times by dogs. When I was about 4, my grandmother's cocker spaniel. About 10, a neighbor's adult male Boxer, Frodac, nipped me right at the bridge of my nose, breaking the skin. He just barely grazed me, a warning any adult dog would give a puppy. It has always amazed me, the restraint he showed that day. And lastly, working at a vet, a terrier mix named Casey, who turned around and bit the tar out of my upper lip when his owner walked back into the treatment area. I still have the scar. But I've never feared dogs, though Frodac definitely taught me to show a bit more respect! Truly, he was a sweetheart, and we remained good furriends. I still have a tiny scar from that too, but will always remember him with affection.
Over this past weekend, a co worker's granddaughter, about 8, was bitten by their dog. I saw the picture - he got her face when she tried to pet him. A huge bite radius over both cheeks, nose and chin. Severe enough that she required cosmetic surgery. She's doing well, and is more concerned with how her parents are taking it.
I don't know the dog's fate, but I doubt it's good. He wasn't truly a family dog; they live in the country and wanted a dog that would bark. They got that, but clearly they didn't have much idea of his temperament. I suspect he must have had a hard life. Quite possibly mistreated by previous children; this seems fear-based to me. My heart goes out to both child and dog.