Dog bite

This weekend we again spent at the Freshwater house. Graham removed all but the stumps of the rest of the trees (the stumps are the hard part). While he was busy with his axe, I kept Louka out of his way at the playground, the café, and my friend Mike's house next door. Mike has a very placid greyhound called Jill, and Louka was keen to visit.

Louka was running back and forth between the front room, where Mike and I were, and the back deck where Jill was, when we heard a single bark and a cry. I ran to the back, while the cry continued very distressed. I gathered Louka up and looked her over, but it was Mike who first noticed the blood around her eye. There was a deep scratch on her eyelid, so I rinsed it as well as I could under the sink. It took quite a while to calm her down, and then any mention of what had happened would set her off again.

After a little while I took her to the hospital. She fell asleep on the way, and didn't wake while I took her out of the car, into Emergency, lugged her round to triage and the admissions desk, and sat waiting for her name to be called. Which was actually quite quickly. She slept while I carried her into a tiny examination room, but the doctor wanted to examine her eye, so he woke her. Naturally she didn't think much of being woken, but eventually she let the doctor shine a torch in her eye (which seems to be fine) and waited patiently while he wrote us a prescription for antibiotics.


In the morning the eyelid was very swollen, so her eye only half opened, but it improved during the day. She doesn't seem upset by it at all, and readily talks about big teeth, dogs and biting.