Just after we got off the beach this evening we ran into a woman with a dog in the sandhills.
I’m always wary of new dogs–particularly those larger than Piglet, which is almost all of them–but this one (labrador sized) looked friendly enough. I asked the owner if it was friendly and she said it was, although it sometimes got a little “silly”.
Anyway, Piggly went through her usual submissive routine and the woman and I had just begun to chat when all of a sudden there was a terrible growling and the bloody thing jumped on top of Piglet and rolled her over and started snapping and snarling at her throat and tummy 😦 I tried to brush it off, but had to drag it away by the back legs in the end. Poor Piglet has never been treated like that before, and she cried like a little baby.
The woman apologised–I’m sure she was embarrassed: I know I am when Piglet simply barks at other dogs–but I wish that people wouldn’t use euphemisms like “silly” when what they actually mean is bloody vicious. If she’d told me her dog might be aggressive I’d have put Piglet on her lead, and picked her up if necessary.
I don’t think Piglet was actually hurt–just frightened–and that’s a relief. I’ll give her a thorough cuddling later, though, to check for any punctures. She’s a little manic at the moment.
It hadn’t occurred to me before getting Piglet how anxious having a small dog was going to make me around larger ones. I can’t remember whether I’ve mentioned that I’ve had both a dog (a Jack Russell) and a cat killed by dogs in the past, and it’s not a memory that’s easy to shake off. I’m almost certainly going to get a second dog when Piglet’s about 2, because I think she really needs the company. I’d love another terrier, but I might just go for something larger that can hold its own against the big dogs, and help protect Piglet 😦