Being a Doggy Mama - Dog Bite

 

Fluffy Bear is away at a work thingy, so I have to take the furkids to Doggie Day Care every day.

Today I went to pick up the dogs and there was another furkid Mommy in front of me picking up her gorgeous black and golden retrievers.  She was chatting with the guy who owns the Doggie Day Care and I overheard her asking him if he was allright.

Then I saw him how her his hand, with two big band aids on his index finger and they discussed how wounds should be cleaned.

He disappeared into the back to get her dogs and I asked her what was going on.

"A dog bit him today," she said.

"Oh my God!" I shrieked.  "I hope it wasn't one of mine."

"He called me today and I told me about it, but I freaked out because he was calling me," she continued.  "When he said the word 'Bite' I thought he was saying that one of my dogs got bitten, and I was frantic because, I thought to myself, if he is calling me then it must be bad.  Not like the usual scrapes they get into at day care."

"So I was so worried," she said, holding her hand up to her heart, " but then he said it was him and I was so relieved that I said 'Oh, thank God, it was you who got bit!'  I felt so bad afterwards!"

"I totally get it!" I said, laughing with her.  "If it were me, I'd be relieved too!"