Twenty years. That’s how long I worked in the veterinary field and never got bit by a dog. Twenty years! Cat bites are a different story. 😉 Two years ago, this changed.
It all started as a normal day at the office. I was working as a director of my state veterinary association and my biggest danger at work was maybe getting a “love bite” from the office cat “Luna”. So I thought.
One of my coworkers stopped by my office with her French bulldog and asked if I would mind giving him his medication; a tablet. I didn’t think anything of it. After all, I had trimmed this guy’s nails for her, in the past, without any problems. I sat on the floor, next to her dog and began petting him. He looked right up at me with his cute little Frenchie face, next thing I noticed, there is blood all over the floor and he is sitting there looking at me. Without any growling or signs of aggression, this guy jumped up and bit my face and sat down in a matter of seconds.
The first thing I said was, “Oh crap! I think he bit me.” I covered my jaw with my hand and ran to the bathroom. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t! I was so scared. I could feel the inside of my jaw and teeth. I thought this dog had bit my jaw off! At least, that’s how it felt underneath my hand.
One of my coworkers grabbed a blanket and took me to the nearest emergency room. She called my husband at work, who happens to be a veterinary assistant, and asked him to meet us at the hospital. You can imagine his surprise when he discovered that I was bit by a dog in an office.
After multiple doses of pain medication and facial surgery it began to sit in, the Frenchie won. I had been bit in the face. My face was soooo swollen and gross with sutures I didn’t want to be seen in public. Two days later, I was scheduled to host a CE event. How was I going to do that with my gross face? Then I realized, who is going to understand a dog bite more than a room full of veterinary technicians? No one. So, I went back to work. To my surprise, it sparked up a conversation, at this event about dog bites. Technicians around the room began to tell their story and show their badges of courage/scars. I then realized that it could have been soooo much worse.
I was blessed to have found an amazing plastic surgeon that was able to treat my wound with scar therapy. I didn’t have to have anymore surgery. I do still have a scar on my chin and my lips will not quit ever look the same, but at least it wasn’t worse than it could have been.
When it was all said and done, the owner of the dog mentioned that he could “sometimes have an attitude” and “only liked her.” Wait. What? The same dog she had asked me to do nail trims on? YES!! I then find out that the medication she had asked me to administer to her dog was gabapentin because he was on his way to the vet that day and they had a hard time “handling” him. 😳
I share my experinece in hopes to educate and keep this from happening to others so, please feel free to share. As pet owners, it is our responsibility to let others know if the temperment of our pet is favorable. As animal lovers, it is our responsibility to ask an owner before petting, or in my case, medicating their pet. Stay safe my friends.