Unfortunately, today I had to witness something that I really wish I hadn't seen. Or that my son had to see it. I learned a bit about his coping skills. Which, well, probably aren't healthy.
Nick was outside and I could hear the neighbors dog barking and screeching, and someone yelling. I went out to see what was going on, because our dog was going nuts. Nick was standing on the top of his slide looking into the neighbors backyard with this terrified expression on his face. I looked over the fence to see the neighbor's husky mauling a tiny yellow dog, my neighbor holding her baby, screaming at her dog, crying. I grabbed my Swiffer. (Yes. My Swiffer.) And I went next door to see what I could do to help.
Which wasn't much.
I tried to fend off the dog with my cleaning implement and a lawn chair, while my neighbor tried to rescue the other dog. We failed and the Husky got ahold of her again. There is a reason they say to never interfere with dog fights...that dog was terrifying. I have never been looked at by a dog like that before. We made eye contact while I was trying to keep it away from the injured animal and it made a little fake lunge at me. Terrified me. I'll probably have nightmares. Eventually, a male neighbor down the road jumped the fence and helped us get the Husky in it's kennel. I took the baby and my neighbor picked up the tiny dog, which was now...well, I'll spare you, suffice to say it was no longer moving, in a towel.
Turns out the neighbor's dogs on the other side got out a gate and slipped through the fence into the Husky's yard.
I baby sat the baby while my neighbor got ahold of the dog's owner and took the little thing to the vet. I have yet to hear whether or not they had to put the dog down, but I imagine they did. She wasn't in good shape. It was an ugly experience and I wish my son hadn't seen it. Everytime I mention it, he covers his ears. When I was telling my husband about it, Nick covered his ears and hid. I'm afraid it might be a long night, nightmare wise, for him. It can't be good to hold stuff in like that...it's going to be expressed in unhealthy ways. He's completely blocking it out, acting like it never happened. I'm not sure what I should do. Leave it alone? Wait until he brings it up? Any suggestions?