So I’ll probably catch some flak for this from family – but I’m writing this because the story is so personal to me.
See sweet May-May at Itty Bit’s belated birthday party? (Yeah, at the same bounce house that led to a certain ADULT getting injured in a freak accident last year…. we’re either brave or stoopid).
See the bandage and splint on my little niece’s thumb?
The promise of coming to Itty Bit’s party was the only thing keeping her mind off her injury. So my sister packed up the girls and brought them, in spite of the poor girl’s owie.
My heart broke as I heard the story. My mind rewound 20-something years to a hospital waiting room.
To my dad walking in with my little sister laying against his right shoulder.
Her eyes half-closed with a bandage covering the right side of her face.
She was still in her bathing suit. Her favorite one.
She cried when they cut it off.
Ignore the kid on the left who apparently butchered her bangs. See that little fuzzhead on the right? A dog bit her in the face.
I had never seen my mom panic before that day. Until we got the phone call and raced to meet them at the hospital.
The bite was literally a fraction of an inch within taking her sight.
It was a dog we trusted. That belonged to someone we trusted.
Fast-forward to last weekend.
The dog owners? They did the right thing.
The dog was pulled away instantly and secured. May-May was treated immediately. They did everything they could to make her comfortable while blood streamed down both her arms.
They paid the medical copay.
They apologized some more.
They bought her clothes to replace the bloodstained dress.
They apologized again.
They offered to pay for every expense.
And they told my sister,
“If you need to report this, do it”.
That simple statement tells me they care. It takes the blame off the little girl. It means that everyone is concerned about the right things.
My point wasn’t about whether a dog needs to be put down. My point was about doing the right thing as an owner. About taking that weight of conflict off of a parent with a hurt child. About immediately responding compassionately.
If (Heaven forbid) ever it happens to you… do it.
Grateful. That a bad situation wasn’t made worse.
Grateful for the smile on her face last weekend.
Grateful that she’ll be okay.
Even though HOLY COW, have you seen how much trouble these two get into?