Yesterday evening on our way home from the office, after a brief romp through the grounds of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, Strummer was attacked by a loose dog on Somerville Avenue between Laurel and Loring Streets. It was just after 6:00. The dog was maybe 12-18 inches tall at the shoulder, short-haired, white with brown markings. It looked a lot like this.
Being on a leash, Strummer had a difficult time defending herself. I tried ineffectually to pull her by the leash away from the attacking dog, before it finally occurred to me to kick the other dog to get it off her. A crowd of people gathered out of range of the two dogs and me, and finally a man arrived and kicked the attacking dog so hard that it flew about three feet from Strummer, whom I immediately surrounded with my whole body. I asked the man who stopped the fight if the other dog was his dog; he said it was not.
I then proceeded to run my fingers all over Strummer's body and through her thick poodle hair. I couldn't see any blood, but my hands found wet spots on her foreleg and flank. The moisture must have been the other dog's saliva, because after meticulously working my fingers through her hair, I did not come up with a trace of blood.
A concerned woman, who had stopped in the rush hour traffic on Somerville Avenue, talked with me for several minutes, which really helped to calm me down. She told me that she has a Yorkshire Terrier who has been attacked by the same dog that had just attacked Strummer. She encouraged me to check Strummer carefully for injuries and, even if I didn't find anything wrong, to take Strummer to a veterinary hospital anyway, just in case she sustained internal injuries.
The man who stopped the fight returned to check if Strummer was injured. He said he was the owner of the beauty salon on Somerville Avenue at the bottom of Laurel Street and that he thought the dog was owned by a man who lived across the street.
By this time I had calmed down sufficiently to realize that a loose dog had just attacked my dog and that Somerville has laws against both dogs being "at-large," or running loose and distubance of the peace by dogs (Code of Ordinances City of Somerville, Massachusetts, Sec. 3-33. Disturbance of the peace by dogs and Sec. 3-34. Dogs at-large. See Chapter 3 Animals, Article II. Dogs). I called 911 on my cell phone and was put through to the Somerville Police Department, who told me that the dog officer had already left for the day and advised me to call the Animal Control Office on Monday. I requested that an officer come to assist me in speaking with a witness and trying to identify the owner of the dog that attacked mine.
In about 20 minutes an officer arrived, escorted Strummer and me to the salon and spoke with the man who had indicated that he knew who owned the offending dog. Unfortunately, it turned out that the witness did not know who owned the dog and wasn't even sure where the dog lived.
Interestingly, Strummer showed no fear about returning to the place where she had been attacked. Either she was not afraid of meeting the dog again or her doggy senses informed her that the dog was not in the area.
I think I may have been more upset by the whole incident than my dog was: while we were waiting for the police officer to arrive, I sat on the grass with her in my lap and lavished love upon her. It was a warm evening and after a while she stood up and faced me and wagged her little tail!
I kept hearing in my mind the voice of the woman who stopped in traffic to comfort me, and I finally called my vet's office around 9:00 last night. Their answering service gave me the number for Angel Memorial Animal Hospital in Jamaica Plain. I called Angel Memorial and learned that they consider any dog fight an emergency: they recommend that any dog involved in a fight be checked by a veterinarian. Considering that Strummer was acting normal, had jumped up to greet my husband when we got home, had eaten and had urinated when I took her out, I decided that, rather than upsetting her by taking her to the Hospital, I'd let her enjoy a quiet evening at home. I'm keeping a close eye on her; she has a prior appointment with the vet on Monday to be spayed.