Every week I post here on the blog the photos from the previous week as a summary form of my life.
But this week I have only one photo to show: our reunited family above.
It was a very sad week.
The week had started very well, was working well, many early tasks, was filming the weekly vlog normally ... until this event on wednesday complicated everything.
I took Syrah in the off leash park near here - where I take her almost every day - and unfortunately a dog attacked her.
It was all very fast. The dog came directly to attack her and she just ran. As there were many dogs around, she could not run freely and the dog finally caught up with her.
I was very close and when I realized that the dog was approaching with an intention of attack, I shouted for help. The owner did not show up.
The dog pulled away a little, but then struck again.
I managed to get Syrah out, and then the lady came to ask what had happened.
Nervously, I looked at Syrah but saw no injury. I saw that my hand had blood and I thought it hurt me when I separated the two dogs.
We came home soon after, very frightened (both me and Syrah). But I was relieved because I thought nothing major had happened.
Only when I got home did I wash my hand and realize that I was not hurt. It was then that I could see a large wound on the back of Syrah.
I called Cris and we ran her to the vet.
There she had to be anesthetized and took stitches in various parts of her body. The vet explained that shar-pei's hard hair made it hard for us to see the wounds on their skin, so I did not see them before.
Result: Syrah took stitches in the back, the ear, the eye and the chest. And now she's taking antibiotics for a few days.
It was all very sad. A mixture of guilt both for not being able to stop the attack and for not having seen the injuries at the time.
Since then, I have been back to the park frequently since I want to find the irresponsible owner of the dog that attacked her. I want her to know the state that Syrah has been and understand her responsibility in that.
I get upset because I never leave Syrah, just because I understand that I am responsible for her actions and that I should be within a few steps to prevent her from doing something wrong.
I'm upset also because I screamed for help and the lady did not show up. The dog attacked twice and the owner? Did not appear.
And now that I think about it, even though I did not see the wounds on my dog, she did not sympathize because I supposedly hurt my hand ???
Anyway, all this is past now. We are focusing on the full recovery of Syrah.
The photo above was the only one I took last week. It was shot on Sunday afternoon on a walk we did with her. I think it sums up our last week well: we are sad, but we are still a beautiful family.