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love bites


If he didn't want to take a bath, he could've told me before hand. Instead of mauling my hand.


Don't worry about me. My hand is fine, and I've been referred to a specialist.

Update: Here's the rest of the story.

Last night, it occurred to me that Rex hadn't had a bath in over a month. Becky's dogs got baths, so I thought, What a good idea. Perhaps foolishly, I gave Rex his bath right before dinner. Not exactly willing, he at least went along with the program and didn't give me too much gruff. Since I was a wet, sweaty mess afterward, I hopped in the shower and tried to convince Rex to wait on the bathmat I'd placed on the floor. He moved to the bathroom door, which was closed, with a OPEN THIS NOW, DAMN YOU glare. With one foot out of the bathtub, I placed one hand on his chest, the other on his back, and tried to maneuver him back to the mat. Suddenly, he bit me.

My previous shelter training has taught me that animals don't "accidentally" bite people. There are myriad reasons for such behavior. In this instance, I was stunned that Rex bit me, because he's never done such a thing as far as I've heard. The only reasons I could think of for him biting me was:

He was stressed out by the bathtime activity.
He wanted out of the bathroom.
He wanted his dinner, which happens on the other side of the door.
He thinks he's in charge.


None of these reasons are excuses for bad behavior. I didn't strike back, although I was tempted, but I did yell a lot. Lots of OW! And other choice words. He knew he'd done something bad. I didn't let him out of the bathroom, because that was what he wanted. So I finished my shower, cleaned my wound thoroughly, and mopped up the floor, which caused me to make Rex move out of the way a lot, leaving me opportunities to make him Sit, hopefully letting him know I'm in charge. I fed him. And then Becky and I had a long talk about training. Hopefully we can train all the dogs—and us, because humans need training, too—together at The Compound, because I think it would be better to learn on our home turf. We'll see what happens.

It's just sucky that this happened before Rex's three month probation. He's been doing so well.

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