I was getting some stuff out of the back seat of my car not even looking for dogs, and a rottie....wearing a prong AND a flexi....came up behind me and took a large chunk out of my leg. I think my reaction was "holy spit the dang thing bite me" and of course you need to subsitute the rude words for the polite ones used here......and the gal with him reeled him in FAST and took off running with him.
So, yeah, I got to get the series. It's truly not bad.....just a series of shots in the rump. But, the first shots go right INTO the bites and oh yeah, those one hurt like blue blazes. After that first dose, which also had to go into both checks AND an arm.....lots of vaccine for me.....it was on a schedule....that kept getting further apart. Those later ones weren't a big deal, but the first ones almost reduced me to tears.
But, yes, I'm fine. I will have a very ugly scar on the inside "fatty" part of the knee, but, heck, with my crew, I'm always getting a bruise or a scar or something, so not a huge big deal. The bruising from that bite was pretty darned impressive.....thirteen and a half inches worth of every shade of purple and black you could imagine.
As for achieving your goal....well, I guess I'll just go sit in a corner and sulk.
A house without fur is not a home.
Glenda