We love to travel, but always worry about the animals when we are away. If I had children I would seriously never leave the house. This trip our youngest female Lab from the December litter, Yona ("bear" in Cherokee) was attacked by a"beach dog" while we were away. Emilio and his surf-buddy Javier jog with the four younger labs most every morning. Our oldest Chocolate lab Duke- is too old at 13 for the morning runs- but he happily waits for their return in the pool. The dogs are all required to hit the pool after ever beach encounter. It's just as much a chlorine dip as a swimming pool from my perspective.
The beach dogs of Mexico are wild, plentiful and generally very timid. They eat scraps of food people toss their way and many people throw sand to shoo them away. Usually they run away with their tails tucked between their legs when they see Guero and our "pack" coming. None of our dogs are aggressive though- a total waste of dog food from a security perspective, although they do bark. Somehow a dog decided Yona, the smallest one, was a target and took a good bite out of her leg. We don't know exactly what happened but Emilio wasn't able to intervene in time. She has 22 stitches and a few drain tubes, but she will recover fully the vet says- although in this photo she is definitely still groggy from the anesthesia. The report we got today was that she was up and active on all four legs. Good news. I'm sure she is freaked out about the attack and will be a different dog psychologically though. The weak and small always get the short end of the stick in life.
Our vet is excellent, close-by and even makes house calls. By the time Alonzo's mother called us, Yona was repaired and back at home. So it is good to have people at home who can react quickly, know who to call and what to do. Emilio feels horrible and will feel a lot worse once his uncles get hold of him. He's going to have to start carrying a "dog beater"stick like everyone else who walks or jogs on the beach I guess. Another reality of Mexico.
The beach dogs of Mexico are wild, plentiful and generally very timid. They eat scraps of food people toss their way and many people throw sand to shoo them away. Usually they run away with their tails tucked between their legs when they see Guero and our "pack" coming. None of our dogs are aggressive though- a total waste of dog food from a security perspective, although they do bark. Somehow a dog decided Yona, the smallest one, was a target and took a good bite out of her leg. We don't know exactly what happened but Emilio wasn't able to intervene in time. She has 22 stitches and a few drain tubes, but she will recover fully the vet says- although in this photo she is definitely still groggy from the anesthesia. The report we got today was that she was up and active on all four legs. Good news. I'm sure she is freaked out about the attack and will be a different dog psychologically though. The weak and small always get the short end of the stick in life.
Our vet is excellent, close-by and even makes house calls. By the time Alonzo's mother called us, Yona was repaired and back at home. So it is good to have people at home who can react quickly, know who to call and what to do. Emilio feels horrible and will feel a lot worse once his uncles get hold of him. He's going to have to start carrying a "dog beater"stick like everyone else who walks or jogs on the beach I guess. Another reality of Mexico.
Our vet went down a layer to make sure there wasn't any muscle damage to Yona. The drain tubes aid in the healing and just slide out when the stitches are removed. She isn't bothering them- so no Elizabethan collar for her. Good girl Yona!
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