September 19, 2013 Yesterday evening as we prepared to put our way worn out selves to bed, I let the pug out to potty one last time for the day... and as I was about to let her in, she was laying on the mat in front of the door on the front porch, I see a fimiliar set of horns peek around the corner of the porch. I KNEW what was comming. Shes a vicious little pug, and doesnt share her momma well..AT ALL. And I just knew if she saw him, and I was anywhere near, it was on...like it is when they ding the bell in a boxing ring. Sooo, I quietly I sneak off down the hallway before either of them have a chance to see me, where donnie is brushing his teeth in the bathroom and BEG him to come help me. He laughs and says if the pug is dumb enough to pick a fight with Duke then she deserves to get her stinky little butt beat. I beg to differ.. ANYWAY, as Im in a panic about what I feel is pending doom... I tell him hes a big fat jerkface.. and head back down the hallway, to somehow get the dog in, keep the goat out, and keep the peace. I make it 10 foot then it starts.... Sounded like the dog was having goat steak for dinner. Oh my gosh it was loud, that barking and growling, and everything. OF COARSE, I freak out like heather does.. and ran THE OTHER DIRECTION, back towards the bathroom pleading for him to PUT THE TOOTHBRUSH DOWN and save the steak!! I CANT look. It was like a scary movie where you have to wach between the cracks of your fingers covering your eyes. EEEEK!!! finally I man up and make it back to the door. what I saw will forever be with me. that goat had her pent to the ground. and she WAS NOT taking it laying down. Well, I take that back, cause she was, and it was pissing her off like nothing else. Poor girl looked like bambi on ice. ALL 4 of her little legs were flat on the porch, and she had a mouth full of his horns, sheer determination to gnaw them suckers off at his forehead!! she was foaming at the mouth MAD!!! and he had his head down PUSHING her acrossed the porch with those big horns of his simular to a snow plow and a little snow drift. He acted like it was some game. Well she WAS NOT playing. Now I have to figure out how to get out there to rescue the dog. cause he had her pushed against the door. I just push it open. pushing the ball of dog and goat to the side. and like a dummy, I put myself BETWEEN them. Separated, at last! But my feelings of accomplishment ended quickly... Bam!!!! that butthead headbutted my in the leg. Not gently either! I now need to limp. just lovely. and as I picked up the dog, she wasnt done trying to eat him either. it was like holding onto a greased pig or something. The pug was determined to get the last word in this arguement of sorts.. twisting and turning trying to get out of my arms to finish this battle. And Duke was still standing there in battle stance, horns down, excited to barrel roll the stupid dog even more. I managed to keep her in my arms tho. but..Somehow in all the maddness SHE BIT ME!!! Hard. I open the door again..toss the dog in the house, counting my fingers, making sure she didnt bite one off, rubbing my bruised leg, and take the bull goat back to bed, where he should have been sleeping in the first place... come back inside, and check on the dog, making sure he didnt knock out her good eyeball.. But I did it. I saved the day, and its all true. It IS a very dangerous job being a rescue hero. I could have died out there! But in the end, neither one of them had a mark on them. however I somehow got the crap beat out of me in less than a minute. Perhaps, I should make it a priority to fix the fence?
Posted on: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 02:32:47 +0000