I haven’t done much writing about our hound dogs. We have three of them, and they are our hunting dogs. They hunt mountain lions, bobcats and the like. The bottom line, they hate cats. They are a threesome of ferocity when it comes to their jobs.
Yesterday the pup, 1yr old Wrinkles, enjoyed a game of teasing with Fat Tire and Freaky. The three had chew bones and the older dogs took theirs and hid them in their houses while the pup, would carry his over toward Fat Tire and tease him with it. He would drop it and wait for Fat Tire to come close and then growl at him. Fat Tire is the older of the three had no time to play Wrinkles’ game and went to take care of his own bone. So Wrinkles took his bone over to torment Freaky. Freaky is up for a challenge any time and the two quickly ended up in a tussle. The pup enjoys a challenge and of course, fought back. The fight was over quickly with Wrinkles grabbing his bone and running to his house. Freaky smiled as he felt he’d won and scared the pup off. Done. Over. …Nope!
Later, walking by the dog’s houses, Hank noticed Freaky’s lower eyelid was red and swollen. We had a closer look and it was not only red and swollen but it had a small tear. We debated on whether or not it was “bad.” Was it bad enough to need a stitch? We went back to look closer and decided it had torn more and was most likely going to continue.
We loaded that lion-hunting dog into the kennel and headed to town. When we arrived at the vet, the tear on his eyelid had gone even further.
The tear looked pretty jagged and Freaky wasn’t even worried about it. He had howled the whole ride to town on occasion because he thought he was hunting. He would pick up a scent and yell at us to stop & let him out. Then to add insult to his injury, when we walked into the veterinarian’s office, a fluffy little house cat was standing there. Freaky looked at us as though “You’ve GOT to be kidding me, you mean you’re going to GIVE me a cat?!” The Little Gal held on to him tight, and the office worker put the kitty away. Freaky paid close attention because he just knew he would have a chance at that cat in a minute.
The vet gave him a shot, and he slowly began to relax. He braced himself and remained as alert as he could. He tried to stand at attention in case that cat came back round the corner. The medicine was stronger than his muscles, and it took hold.
In just moments, Freaky was lying quietly on the table. The vet shaved, cleaned, and stitched his jagged tear. We knew it would be tough to repair. It was not a clean tear and was in a bad location. We all decided he would live up to his name even more in his future days. His eye may be a little more taught than it once was. If you arrive at the ranch and think a dog is winking at you, that’ll be him. Or maybe you’ll think he’s giving you the “stink eye.” I am hoping for the latter. When he runs down a lion, he’ll look as tough as he is.
For now, Freaky is wearing the infamous cone of shame, resting with his eye intact, and working on healing from his wound. Get well soon Freaky!
It’s always an adventure!
Mia Anstine is an outdoor writer, licensed outfitter, hunting guide, life coach, keynote speaker, and range safety officer, firearms instructor, and archery instructor. She is the founder of MAC Outdoors and Host of the MAC Outdoors Podcast.
Mia Anstine strives to encourage others to get outside, hunt, fish, shoot, and survive life with others in a positive way.
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