Bad dog, no biscuit!
Well..Marley was at it again! But this time it ended in a trip to the ER for me, literally. OK, we were on our way to a friend’s house in the golf cart. Murphy was sitting on the floorboard and I noticed his tail was hitting the asphalt. I stopped and leaned over to gently lift his tail into the cart. Suddenly he decided to jump out of the golf cart. I grabbed his leash to prevent this and the leash tore through my finger and ripped it wide open. It was a freakish accident. Blood started pouring out of my fingers. I ran inside to wash it and see what the damage was. It was almost an avulsion, torn down to my bone. I almost fainted. I grabbed a clean towel, applied direct pressure, and off to the ER we went. I had to get 5 stitches to put the flesh back together. The ER folks said they had never had a golfcart/dog/leash injury before. They haven’t met my dog! When I got home, I took one look at Marley and walked away. I was pretty mad at him. Then I thought, well, it wasn’t his fault right? WRONG! It was his fault. How do I give him a clean slate for this? It did take me a couple of hours to forgive him though, due to the fact that my finger was almost ripped off from his naughty behavior. I guess I have to accept the fact that I really have a naughty dog. I will accept this disappointment gracefully. Clean slate given at 3 a.m. Friday night. Training resumes tomorrow at zero dark thirty. Bad dog, no biscuit.