This is Tilly. Tilly is a 4-year-old Border Terrier. She’s the closest thing my husband and I have to a baby right now. She’s a total daddy’s girl, but the loves me too, and I love her.
This is Tilly trying to act like she hasn’t just gone and snuffled around the newly clean cat litter tray. She’s only small, even for a Border Terrier, as she was the runt of her litter.
This is Tilly today.
This morning, on my own damn doorstep, Tilly was attacked by a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. I had just taken her out of the door, or a lead I may add when a neighbours Staffy appeared and went for poor little Tilly. It was quite possibly one of the most horrible experiences of my life. The Staffys owner was nowhere to be seen, so I was trying to get the damn thing off Tilly, whilst trying to get Tilly back in the house, but this Staffy was determined. Being disabled and unsteady on my feet at the best of time, I ended up falling over. Every time I got it to let go of Tilly, it just grabbed hold somewhere else, so I was literally screaming for help until the Staffies owner finally showed up and got his dog under control. He was very apologetic, but at the time all I wanted to do was get back in my own house and check Tilly was ok. I’d also been lightly bitten on my hand, but that was the least of my worries at the time.
Tilly has two wounds on her back, and one near her tail, but luckily they weren’t serious. She’s been to the vet, who gave her the lovely haircut seen above, and is now on painkillers and antibiotics. She’s now home, but she’s very subdued.
She’s not moved off the sofa, even when my husband was giving the cat attention (normally Tilly demands he pets her too). I’m hoping she’s just in shock, and she’ll be her normal self soon.
I ended up going to the doctors to get a tetanus shot and antibiotics because of my bite (it’s not serious, just a small split in the skin, but the vet said I’m better safe than sorry). But it’s caused a fibro flare, and I am utterly wiped out.
Talking to other neighbours, the owner of the Staffy doesn’t bother walking it, he just lets it roam free in the street, which is what it was doing when it attacked Tilly. Now I know the reputation that Staffordshire Bull Terriers have, but honestly, I have nothing against the breed. I have met some lovely Staffies, and though they aren’t a dog I would own myself, I think for the most part they are lovely dogs, and brought up right and owned responsibly they are darlings. But this is a prime example of Staffys not being kept responsibly. And now I am going to be worried that it will be there every time I take Tilly out of the door. I honestly thought it was going to kill her.
It’s cost us £80 at the vets, but the Staffies owner has said they will pay that. At least there’s that. I’m more worried about the psychological effect on Tilly, they will be far harder to fix.