I was so incredibly grateful that Jackson steered as far away from the encounter as possible, thank goodness. John yelled for me to immediately take him into the unit as we had no idea who would be next and knew he would not survive this type of attack.
Unfortunately, John happened to be right between Maggie and Sherman at the time and Sherman’s mom asked him to help her so he felt like he had to help separate the dogs. Not a good idea for any normal human to do, but consider this, you are talking about John.
Both sets of owners were all tangled up with the dogs and their leashes. Blood was spurting everywhere. Finally, the dogs are separated thank goodness, when suddenly, b because the owners could not handle Sherman, he slipped off his leash collar and he went directly for Maggie this time attacking her from the back and biting her back hind leg. Another neighbor who was coming to render aid, was wearing some mean looking steel toe boots and kicked Sherman hard enough in his special place to get his attention, at which time he dislodged and was able to get secured again.
I had never seen anything like this before and was scared for all the humans involved as they all got bitten.
John’s hand immediately became swollen so I knew we had to go to the hospital.
I drove John and Maggie’s owners, Chris and Sharon, to the nearest hospital, about 18 km or give or take 20 minutes away. Chris and Sharon had their camping neighbors, whom they had just met the night before, take Maggie to a vet about an hour away because they needed help themselves. Sharon was seated in the front seat, which in hindsight was perhaps not a very good idea, because she was hyperventilating, and I wasn’t sure whether she was really hurt and whether she was going into shock. I really couldn’t see much blood on her, but boy was she losing it. Her husband, Chris, who had his left hand sliced between the thumb and index finger all the way to wrist was in the backseat with John trying to calm her down. Nothing was working. I just knew that she had to try to keep calm. So I asked her, are you hurt or just nervous? Leave it to me to be insensitive! She said she was okay just very nervous. I was getting nervous myself and decided to start talking to her. As all Cubans do, I start talking with my hands and let go of the steering wheel, to which both men started yelling at me “keep your hands on the wheel”. So I then turned to Sharon and told her, listen you have to breathe. So I’ll breathe with you. I remembered my Lamaze classes with Ashley. Gee that was over 23 years ago, so I knew I was really, really rusty, but there we went. Hee, hee, hee, whoooo or something like that for quite a long while. It if didn’t calm her, it sure calmed me.
John ended up having 10 puncture wounds just above his right wrist with two of them pretty deep. Eight hundred dollars later, he got a good cleaning, some polysporin, a bandage, a tetanus shot, and a prescription for antibiotics for yet another $40.00. All this for being a good samaritan and saving a sweet dog’s life.
During the evening we built a beautiful bonfire and Maggie’s parents came over along with the neighbor with the steel boots, Paul, and his wife, Sue. John, of course, had to ask what type of kick did he use. Was it a soccer kick or a football kick, which broke the ice. We ended up having a wonderfully fun, night with the moon reflecting on the water and the five islands on the background. This is truly a beautiful place.
What do you think, enough excitement for the day? We were hoping to travel to a place called the Rocks, which is where the tidal bore can be seen, but we will have to do it another time. It will be an opportunity to return.
Tomorrow back to the states we return.