Monday afternoon I let the girls outside for some exercise and a potty break.  They had the run of two big yards.

I usually switch off boys and girls during the day going outside for breaks. Because Sundae is a fence climber and we’ve had several girls in season lately it’s just easier to let them out separately so I don’t have to worry about my wandering Romeo.

The girls had been out for a while and it was time to bring them in and let the boys out. As I walked from the house towards the dog yard, I noticed the whole group of girls in the far corner of the second yard barking furiously. I figured there was “someone” (Cody or Zuma) on the other side of the fence that they were barking at. But as I got close to the gate, I could see that it was actually a dog fight going on.

I hollered, “Stop! Stop! Stop!” trying frantically to distract them as I ran into the yard. But it was like watching the cliche of mean girls in high school standing around cheering on their friend as she beat the snot out of the smaller girl. They didn’t stop until I was almost on them. As the crowd broke up, Amber tried to get away. I quickly scooped her up before the mayhem broke out again. She almost bit me in defense not realizing it was me trying to rescue her. Poor girl. I felt so bad for her. She surely didn’t deserve that!

I carried her into the dog house and put her in her crate so I could bring the other girls in and let the boys out. Then I quickly went in the house to set up a crate near the wood stove. She was given a gentle, warm bath so I could clean up up and be able to see if there were more wounds. Her ear was bleeding from a scrape and her body was red and bruised, but there was only the one main wound on her rear leg.

After talking with my vet (it was after hours of course) it was decided we could wait until morning to bring her in. The wound wasn’t bleeding and it was just a tear through the skin and not a deep puncture or any muscle damaged. So she was given pain meds and some medication was applied to the area for the night.

The girls get along most of the time, but when one or more come in season around the same time, the hormones are raging and we sometimes have these spats. Unfortunately this one turned into a brawl. I’m just glad I showed up when I did or Amber could’ve been hurt much worse. Hormonal girls!! I’m sure glad that spayed females don’t act the same way.

But I sure love my boys. Even when they occasionally get into a squabble (usually because a female is in season) it doesn’t seem to get as vicious as these hormonal females!

Thankfully, Tuesday morning the wound had closed up enough that it didn’t warrant a trip to the vet in my opinion. So I let my vet know I would just keep her quiet, watch it and continue to apply the medication which seemed to have made a big difference overnight.

Amber is “mostly” content to hang out in her crate in the warm living room as she mends.

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