Yesterday started out like any normal sunday morning. I awoke happy and content to be snuggled in tight between my two favorite beasts Rory and Primo. I was especially cozy and laid petting holding them for a while before I got my butt up and out of bed.
The night before J.R. and I awoke to to noise in the backyard, the motion light came on and we were surprised to see a coyote when we looked out the window. he was huge, he was as tall as Rory but considerably thinner. Anyhoo J.R chased him back over the fence and the rest of the night continued on without the motion light going back on. Before I let the dogs in the back yard that morning I checked the permimiter and the yard to make sure he was gone (Ya I know STUPID) but I wasnt going to let my dogs out without checking-It was clear.
I let Rory and Primo out and 30 seconds later I heard it. The most awful scary roar errupted from my Primo, he sounded like a lion. Shaking, I ran to the side yard. The coyote saw me, Primo saw the coyote see me and wasted no time pinning him to the gground by his neck. Meanwhile, Rory, my lil spitfire was circling, barking, and taking chunks out of the coyote as Primo held him down. Thats when I made my first mistake........
I screamed at Rory and Primo to let go, as they did the coyote tried to run up the fence But despite my dogs willingness to listen to me, their insticnt couldnt keep them from going after him. The coyote made it to the top of the fence countelss times only to be yanked back down by my dogs and pulled back to the ground.
By this time J.R. had awoken and was outside, and the coyote ran to the other side of the yard and was trying to hide under the workbench and wheel barrow. Primo knew better then to go after him head first but my Rory's instinct to get the intruder out of our yard over came her and she rushed in, ultimatley getting the worst of her injuries as the coyotes long muzzle bit into her face......she didnt even let go.....she pulled him our from under the wheel barrow so Primo could finish. Rory, then finally came to me as Primo allowed the coyote to retreat over the fence. I dont know how he made it over the fence, back legs and entrials hanging out. I had a overwhelming mix of emotions......sad to see a beautiful creature ripped apart, yet proud of my dogs for protecting me and for working so well as a team.
I thought about grabbing the gun but didnt want to leave the scene and didnt want to risk shooting one of my dogs.
The dogs were taken to the vet and I just cant seem to stop shaking.
RORY..... Her injuries are primarily to the head, muzzle, and face. She didn't require stitches but may have had her nasal cavity punctured that may require surgery but the vet wants to wait to see how well she heals up in the next few days. She can only chew soft food for now, it pains her to eat hard food and she wouldnt let the vet check the roof of her mouth so I hope all is ok in there.
She did eat soft food this morning, I was so happy! Her breathing is ragged, her physical activiity is limited and she is one antibitoics, pain medication and antinflammatory's. My poor girl hardly wags her tail, is still very nervous and dosnt want to be touched for fear we might try to pet her face.
However this morning she perked up when I asked her if she wanted to sleep on my bed, LOL
PRIMO.... He has three staples in his face, two under his eyes and one on his nose. His mental state is much better then Rory's.... and bounced back immeditatly patrolling the yard and had a very big appetite.
Immediatley after the attack he looked like Braveheart, covered in blood and pissed off. I've never been so humbeled and in awe of a Pit Bull's power. How he could go from cuddling in bed to a warrior and right back again amazed me. I am so very proud of my babies....sad, shaken.....but very proud.
This morning I covered my bed in doggy blankets so my lil beasts could rest comfortably.....they deserve it.