Telepathetic

Cesar Milan calls himself the dog whisperer. I beg to differ. I'm certainly not claiming to be a dog whisperer, I can barely get Shea to sit when I hold a jar of peanut butter in front of his nose, but I do think that Shea is, in fact, a dog whisperer. And while Cesar does his dog whispering for good purposes, Shea has other intentions.

I notice that whenever we run by other dogs they go nuts. They try to get at Shea. But my boy just sticks his nose up in the air and keeps right on prancing. At first I thought it was because he was so well trained. Then, I realized he isn't really that well trained. My mind immediately jumped to the fact that Shea must be taunting the other dogs as we run by. Basically making fun of them because he is out for a nice run and going to get to play, while they are cooped up in either a fenced yard or a house. Please, don't think I'm crazy. Shea supposedly has a history of this!

Back when Shea was a mere seven months old, I met up with an old friend for a doggie play date. My friend brought two dogs, a male, Bonds, and a female, Alice. These other dogs loved the tennis ball too. They were merrily playing, chasing the ball. Since Bonds and Alice play together a lot, Shea seemed a little like a third wheel, but he was happy nonetheless. As he and Bonds bounded after a thrown tennis ball, my boy, quick as can be, snatched it up before Bonds could get there. The conversation we humans were engrossed in was interrupted abruptly by what sounded eerily like a human scream.

I turned around and there was no human there. Just my Shea-boy laying on the ground and Bonds with the tennis ball Shea had now in his mouth. As I neared Shea I noticed a little spot of red blood seeping through his beautiful white fur right above his eye. He was definitely in some pain.

To make a long story short, being as we only saw a small smidgen of blood, we did not think immediate medical attention was necessary. However, after sleeping through the night, Shea's eye was swollen shut and blood was soaked down his face. We brought him to the vet for immediate care. He most certainly should have had stitches, but after ten hours stitches are ineffective. The vet did a few procedures to help heal his wound and avoid infection, and slapped us with a $600 bill.

My friend called to check on how Shea was. When she found out the extent of Shea's injuries she felt awful. In hopes of this never happening again, she spoke with her vet about the incident and relayed me the supposed information.

Apparently, Shea must have been taunting Bonds. Most likely his taunting was over Alice. Like Shea maybe had a little puppy-crush on her and Bonds didn't like it. So, since Shea was teasing Bonds, he bit him.

No lie, this was the story I was told. Obviously, the whole thing was Shea's fault. Bonds felt he needed to teach Shea a lesson. You would think he would have learned to keep his mouth shut, or at least to keep his telepathic thoughts to himself, but he obviously hasn't. Hence, other dogs always barking at him.