Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Sad Days

Well, today was one of those days that doesn't quite go like you plan.  This morning I was putting our 3 1/2 year old lab, Jack, back in his kennel after his morning potty break.  I grabbed him by the collar from behind him (bad form for a dog owner), and he whipped around and bit me--hard, on both hands.  Ryan ended up putting 20+ stitches in my hands, and my function is somewhat limited for a couple of days.  My right hand especially is pretty swollen and tender, but I learned to type one-handed in all my years of nursing babies and working on the computer at the same time, so I can still do some things.  I'm just a bit slower that way.  Unfortunately, this is not the first time Jack has shown signs of aggressive behavior, and we have hoped he would grow out of it, or that we could train it out of him, but that has not been successful.  At this point Ryan decided we would just have to put him down.   So, this afternoon Ryan took both dogs down to the Humane Society--Jack to be euthanized and Jill to go up for adoption.  Jill never showed the aggression, but we just don't have the time to really train her to be a good family dog right now with everything else going on.  Plus, the girls never really loved her because she's so rambunctious and jumps up on them, so they wouldn't walk her or play with her.   Anya is the most sad of all the girls because Jack was her Birthday dog when she turned 1.  As Ryan tucked her in tonight they were talking about Jack being put to sleep and she said, "I wish this was a dream and not real life."   Ryan is in the depths of despair--he had dreams of Jack being his garage buddy and bird hunting dog for many years to come.  A few things to be grateful for with all of this--Jack bit me and not one of the girls; the girls are home for spring break, so they can really help out for a few days until I regain most of my function; it wasn't a busy work day for Ryan, so he won't get behind after not doing much work all day.  So the timing was good, even if I never would have chosen the experience.    

8 comments:

Tracey said...

I am so sorry to hear about your hands. I hope they heal soon and that someday Ryan can find that garage/bird hunting dog he wants. Hope all gets better. We got our plane tickets and arrive back in Boise June 25th. Can't wait to see you again!!!

Anonymous said...

That really is a sad day. I'm amazed you were able to type. Hope your hands and everyone else recovers from it all soon. We Love you all.
Love the post below with all the weird photos that is so cool.

jen said...

Oh my goodness! Not a fun way to start the day. I am sad for your family, too. We don't have any pets, but I bet they were like members of the family. I hope your hands heal quickly, too. (Nice that your hubby could just stitch you up.) On the lighter side.....use the injury for all it's worth, Kelli. I'm sure at least 3-4 of those girls are great dishwashers! And it's definitely not safe to cook one handed, you better order out this week. You know what they say......"Come what may, and LOVE it"!! (Hmmm, well, maybe in a week. :)

Anonymous said...

I agree with what Jen said....milk it for all it's worth! Sad day about Jack though. Hopefully you get all healed up soon. Love you much!

becky said...

so sorry kelli. hope you heal quickly. we tell our little boys that their pets live at petco and we go visit them frequently. just an idea.

Quinn said...

That's horrible. I thought about you all day yesterday and had to come back just to tell you! Hope you're doing better soon.

I am said...

Kelli! I'm glad you found me! I'm so sorry about your hands but have to say I am impressed you can just sit at the table for a quick stitch-up! You have a beautiful family. I think that daughters are so much FUN and you must be having oodles of fun with your crew o' pink!

Sarah said...

Ouch!!! Glad you are okay, I hope it's not too painful and will heal quickly. I'm sorry about the dogs, that must have been hard for everyone. I'm laughing about Ryan stitching you up- Lansing's dad used to do that for his kids: hold them down with one hand, stitch them up (mostly head wounds, with all those boys) with the other.