Heads bleed...a lot. I've known this to be true especially in relationship to being a mother. Your child boinks his or her head on just about anything and next thing you know, gushing blood. It always looks much worse then it actually is, you get used to the blood, breath deep and stay calm for your child.
Apparently dogs aren't much different. Dog heads bleed as much as human heads.
Maya, the giant dog, doesn't get talked about too much. In actuality, I could have an entire blog devoted to the trials and tribulations of being a giant dog owner but I allow her to take a backseat to the rest of my life on this blog. Today she is front and center.
If you had walked into my house yesterday you would have thought it was the scene of a murder. Blood splattered the walls, pooled on the carpet and tile floors. I was covered in blood, the kids were covered in blood, the house was covered in blood..dog blood to be specific.
The neighbor's husky was over for a play date, they play rough, run, jump, bite, growl, wrestle. Do what normal giant dogs do when they play. But something went terribly wrong. No fighting, no noise, just Maya bounding back into the house covered in blood. Puncture marks on her back and neck, her ear practically torn in half. And serious amounts of blood. Horrific amounts of blood. Texas chainsaw massacre level of blood. I stayed relatively calm, I credit that to all the practice I get from accident prone children. I examined the wounds, dumped an entire bottle of hydrogen peroxide over her head, wrapped her head in gauze and called the neighbors and asked them to kindly get their dog.
I managed to get Maya to the vet before the bandage came off so saved my car a major cleaning. Just as we walked in, she shook her body, and sprayed blood all over the lobby and about a half dozen horrified pet owners. It was lovely, let me tell you. Luckily she is the calmest dog, not at all phased by all the blood. They took her in back, gave her a sedative and started to stitch her up. The dog I got back was not my dog. Half shaved, 25 plus stitches, and a giant drain coming out of two puncture holes on her back. The vet politely suggested that she doesn't "play" with that dog anymore.
Now being the owner of a 100 lb bully breed brings certain amounts of looks from uneducated non-dog people. Threatened looks, intimidated looks. Oh that dog looks like she is so mean looks. People have these misconceptions about bully breeds that is fueled by the media, mis-education, and a few bad owners. My dog is the sweetest, friendliest dog in the world. She is capable of violence, all dogs are, but she has never hurt another dog or person on purpose. Squirrels being the exception, she is trying her hardest to single handedly eradicate the squirrel population. But besides that she is nice and I'm sad that this happened to her. I am sad that it happened to her by the neighbors dog, the owner being one of "those guys" who thinks Maya is a time bomb waiting to happen. And it was his dog that did this to her. His "gentle and sweet" dog.
So think twice before you judge a dog based on looks. And if the dog is a shit, blame the owner not the dog. I don't think there are bad dogs, just bad owners.