CONTENT WARNING: Animal Injury
I have a greyhound. She was trained to be a racer, but she wasn’t fast enough to actually be in any races. Luckily, an organisation rescued her and others before they were shot.
When I adopted her, I had to sign an agreement that she would always be muzzled and leashed unless in a secure area like our house or enclosed back garden. This should not be difficult to accomplish.
Unfortunately, my dad thinks that he needs to keep letting her into the not-enclosed front garden and this will teach her to ignore all the training she went through to not run off or chase anything. I have told him multiple times to not let her out and to hold her back if I’m nearby when the front door is opened.
However, I don’t always get warning of when the door opens and he lets her out, so multiple times, she has run off to chase school kids or bikes or run into traffic. It is only due to luck that nothing bad has happened, until this day.
Today, my dad returns home while I am upstairs in the bathroom. I hear the front door open, and I hear him let my dog into the front garden, again. I’m finishing up and about to go downstairs when I hear my dad yell at her to come back.
I rush downstairs and look through the front door to see her jumping up at some school kids. I actually take the time to put shoes on — something I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive myself for — before running outside to find where she’s run off to next. When I see that she’s in our neighbour’s garden, my first thought is relief that she hasn’t run into traffic again. Then, I notice that she has found the neighbour’s cat.
My dad and I manage to pull her off the cat, who is rightfully fighting like his life depends on it, and I drag her back inside our house while my dad rings their doorbell. The cat runs through the cat flap, so we have no way to judge the extent of his injuries. There is blood, but we don’t know how much is the cat’s and how much is my dog’s.
He comes back inside and tries phoning the neighbour, who wasn’t home. She answers, though she is mostly inaudible.
Dad: “[Neighbour]! [Dog] caught [Cat]—”
I can hear her scream of anguish from the other side of the room.
Dad: “He’s alive! [Neighbour], it’s okay. He’s alive.”
It was going to take time for our neighbour to return to her house. Now it was just a matter of waiting. I did my best to clean my dog’s wounds, trying really hard to think about how some of this blood probably wasn’t even hers.
Eventually, the neighbour returned and was able to check on her cat. I found out later from my sister, who attends the nearby school, that the school kids had recognised the cat and rumours were spreading. The neighbour’s teenager was told that her cat had been attacked by a dog and she ran home in a panic, getting there first.
Thankfully, the cat was physically fine. From what the neighbour said, they didn’t even need to go to the vet. Mentally, however, he wouldn’t even enter the front garden of his house for months.
My dad actually had the gall to blame me for letting him let our dog into the garden in the first place, and he decided I needed a lecture in the gruesome detail of what would have happened if we hadn’t been able to stop her hurting the cat, as well as telling me how to kill a dog if I ever needed to in self-defense.
The only good thing to come out of all of this is that now my dad won’t let our dog into the front garden anymore.