I’ve heard that tone of voice before. It is the tone that makes my mother’s blood run cold in my veins.
I needed to go to the bank so I called my mother and asked if she wanted to ride with me. It would give me company and her a few minutes out of the house. It took longer going to and from the bank than it did processing my transaction. As we were headed home mom said, ‘well, I got thirty minutes out anyway.’ I told her that I heard that big box store calling my name so we might as well head that way.
Pulling into the parking lot she asked about visiting the dollar store to see if they had something dad wanted. They didn’t have anything that would work for him, but they did have row upon row, upon row of Valentine’s gifts and decorations. Some are actually rather pretty.
Leaving there empty handed we went to the big box store and found everything she and I both needed. Along with a few extra items. As we were leaving my phone began ringing. It was my son asking where I was. There, was that tone. I told him and tried to tell him we were leaving when he told me what had happened. What was causing that sound of every emotion known to humanity all crammed into one with pain being strongest.
He had come home for lunch to find our dogs fighting each other. Outside the fence was a small black and white dog that I have no idea where it belongs. They couldn’t get to it, so Bella and Molly turn on each other. Usually Molly starts it. If I’m home and I hear the warning sounds, I use the training collar and break it up before it starts. I then bring Bella inside until everything cools down. Only I wasn’t home and they were at full rage.
James tried to break it up using the training collar but it didn’t work. Then he did the stupid thing. He grabbed the dogs. Molly got his right arm, Bella the left. Bella did the most damage. He said all he could feel of his left hand was pain.
When I pulled in the driveway he walked out to meet me. His arm was covered in blood. It had pretty much stopped bleeding but it needed to be cleaned up badly. I carried my two bags inside and found my first aid supplies. I managed to get him to let his grandmother go home and come inside.
We carefully cleaned his arm, it wasn’t easy because of how badly it hurt. Finally getting it cleaned I had him hold his arm over the sink and soaked it good in hydrogen peroxide. That in drawn breath and attempt at remaining silent that didn’t quite work let me know how badly that hurt. I then filled all wounds with neosporin, that I had just purchased. The odd thing there, I normally purchase the regular stuff, this time I had purchased a tube that also contained pain relief. I wrapped it up as carefully as I could, that it would protect it but not be too tight.
He then decided that he would try to work and left. He had called in to let them know what happened but the one on the phone didn’t sound too pleased. My son does not like disappointing anyone. So he gathered up his stuff and left. He hasn’t returned yet so he must be doing something.
Mom reminded me that he is going to need a Tetanus shot. He isn’t going to like that but I agree fully with her.
There are a few spots of blood that I need to clean up, I’ve already put the supplies away. I’ve already gone through the calm, rational mom, fix the hurt mode. I’ve gotten through the delayed panic mode and now I’m in the how to prevent a repeat mode.
Molly is outside and Bella inside. I just don’t know to do about preventing this from happening again other than making sure Bella is inside when I go anywhere. They are fine, right up until a stray dog or the neighbor’s dog, comes strolling along and invades their turf. I have no control over the stray dogs, so I have to figure out what to do with my own to prevent these battles. Until then, like angry toddlers they are separated.