Sunday started off with much promise. I went to see a movie I’ve wanted to see for some time (Julie and Julia) while Kent watched the Cowboys game at home. I LOVED Julie and Julia and would recommend it to anyone with loves to cook. After the movie I headed home with high hopes to clean and workout.
Kent left to run an errand and I jumped on the treadmill. Well, our little treadmill had other plans in mind and decided it wanted to take a little "work vacation". I wasn't going to let our broken treadmill get me down and decided to move my workout outside. My Yorkie Parker LOVES to go for walks so I put his harness on and we hit the pavement.
This is when my relaxing Sunday turned into one of the most horrifying experiences of my life. Out of nowhere a Bull Mastiff charged my little Parker. I didn’t even see it coming; I picked Parker up which did not stop the attack. The Mastiff tighten it's grip on my little guys hind leg, pulled him from my arms and began to viciously attacking Parker. I fought with all my might to free my little one but the Mastiff would not release it's grip from Parker's neck. I pulled at the dogs neck, I pulled it's legs, I tried to pull Parker away from it's mouth, I even shouted NO! NO! BAD DOG! (I know it sounds silly now but I tried everything). Nothing seemed to faze the Mastiff. I began to scream for help hoping someone from a surrounding house would come to my aid. A gentleman who was driving by pulled over and ran to help tackle the vicious dog but was not able to loosen her grip from Parker's neck. I felt so helpless and started to envision Parker being taken away from me. I continued to scream as loud as I could for help.
Picture of a Bull Mastiff.This is not a picture of the actual dog that attacked Parker; just wanted to give you an idea of what she looks like.
I may not have been strong enough to help Parker but my screams turned out to be a major aid in the attack. All the sudden a teenage boy ran from a house and tried to pry the dogs mouth open. He was shouting at the dog and calling her by name her name…..that’s when I knew that this huge dog must belong to him. After a bit more struggling he pried her mouth open and Parker was free.
Parker's neck. Sorry these pictures are not the best quality. I had a hard time getting him to be still.
There was blood and fur all over the ground. I scooped Parker up and began my walk home trembling with tears running down my face. I’ve never been more horrified in my life. I was so shaken I couldn’t even keep my hand steal long enough to search for an emergency vet. I called a friend who was kind enough to call Kent and tell him where one was
The vet could not believe that Parker survived the attack with minimal bruising and a few bite marks. We were able to take him home later that evening.
The vet gave him avangard hair cut!
These were taken Monday evening. The attack happened Sunday afternoon.....he's already looking MUCH better!
I can’t stop thinking about how lucky we both are. I have a very small bite mark on my thumb, a bruise on my arm and my back and arms are very sore from trying to pull the Mastiff off Parker. All in all, I call that extremely lucky! Parker is getting better everyday. He’s been sleeping most of the day and still limps when he walks around but I can see his little personality coming back to life. He’s started eating and drinking which make me feel a lot better. He's going to make a full recovery!
Parker's hind leg. This is where the initial bite was.
I'm having a hard time sleeping at night. I'm fine during the day but for some reason when I start to unwind for the evening I start to get flashes of the attack, my mind races with "I should have done this or what if I did that." I breaks my heart that I was not able to stop the attack on my own. If the owner did not come to my rescue.....Parker would be dead. I took some Night Quill last night to knock me out and it did the trick. I think with each day things will get better and better but I do not foresee me taking any walks around the neighbored for a LONG time.
I really wanted to share this story to make others aware. I LOVE dogs and would never imagine that I would be in the middle of situation as vicious as this one. I’m taking this as a learning lesson and want to educate myself on how to react incase I’m ever met with a situation like this again.
Disclaimer: If you are an owner of a Mastiff I'm by no means trying to be negative towards the breed. Mastiffs are usually very good natured. It just so happens that Parker and I crossed paths with one that's different from the norm.