.....crime scene

This is Augustus, 'Gus' for short..Gus is a lovable whirlwind of curiosity and trouble..He used to be a well mannered city dog...now he is an out of control country dog.

...and Shyla....

Shyla is sweet and loving unless you try to take something from her OR you make the mistake of picking her up...It's not that she minds being picked up...it's when you try to put her down that things turn ugly...she turns into a buzz saw with teeth...

Gus and Shyla are two of my granddogs...I took care of them this past weekend while Daughter #2 went to San Francisco to play....she owes me!!

Maia wanted a close-up too...

...every once in awhile Shyla attacks Gus...I think it's play, but I'm not sure....

I keep her on a leash because she won't go where I want her to and I can't pick her up to take her where I want her to go because then I can't put her down.....I'm scared of her. Gus has to wear a leash because he won't come when called. They are both very, very fast...and always plotting a get-away.

Because I wanted these two two wear themselves out I decided to walk them down to the pond...my beloved Grandson, his dog Buddy, the Bear and Maia came along.

We had a nice long walk, rather uneventful.

When we got home I went straight into the house and into the kitchen to start dinner and what I saw there made my brain glitch....

I saw what could only be blood, blood on the broom closet door...blood on the floor, blood on the bar, blood high up on the walls and blood on the cupboards, blood everywhere....


In what could only have been a seconds many possibilities and a zillion movie crime scenes went through my head.


I took a quick inventory of what animals were with us on the walk, who stayed behind, if I'd left a door open, was the blood that of man or beast and where was the body?....into this horror comes Maia, my Beloved Great Dane and she is covered in blood...
on her back, dripping off her ankles, it was pooling on the floor....
she was the wounded animal....!!!!


I was a little freaked out, there was blood all over her and I couldn't get her settled down to see what had happened. I must have left the door open, she must have come in the house before me, she is hurt! And losing blood....

I patted her down as best I could looking for the injuries and from the looks of things there had to be more then one...the more attention she got the happier she became, it was hard to get her to settle down for a proper inspection...she didn't seem to hurt anywhere I touched.....
in fact she was playful and she was happy.....
the happier she got the more blood I had on me and on the walls,
And I still was not comprehending when Beloved Grandson points out her tail...yep..lot's of blood coming from that moving tail and more with every wag.... more each time she whacked it against me, the table, the bar, etc.

Maia is alright....


It was only her tail and we had to get some of that powder to clot the holes because she is a happy dog constantly wagging her tail and every time she wags it it seems to hit against something and open up again. We don't know what happened to her.....we think she was shot because the wound goes all the way through on the tip of her tail and the holes mirror each other....yes, people do a lot of shooting around here...I'd like to think it was an accident, certainly not intentional.

I was exhausted after cleaning up and from the total emotional stress of all the thoughts that went through my head when I first walked into my kitchen. I'm still finding spots of blood I've missed but thankfully it wasn't as bad as it first appeared.....as is the way with so many things in life.


And that was my weekend memorable moment...