
I knew I shouldn't have gone in :(
I've been feeling a bit off since last Saturday - not really ill, just kind of iffy, and it's been the worst today - I almost called in sick, but I knew my boss wouldn't be able to get any cover in time so I went in anyway.
First thing she does is gives me a list of about 4 dogs that need grooming - here's me with my back the worst it's been for a long time (due to grooming, funnily enough) and my shoulders bad (bad sockets). Ho hum. So I brushed two out, and then trie to do a little collie X called Benji. Ann'd already warned me that he doesn't like being groomed, so I was prepared for a difficult dog. Difficult! Flippin ec!
The first hint of trouble was when I picked him up - my hand went under him and he growled a little. Nothing major, but I decided to lift him (carefully) by his collar and with my other arm udner him, so he couldn't nip me if he decided to try (note: he's an ickle collie X!). Job done, he's on the table, and he was letting me brush his back leg out without a problem, just the odd sniff to see what I was up to.
Then I wanted him to stand up, and it all went to hell. I had one hand on his collar anyway just in case, given Ann's warning. I put my hand ever-so-gently under his belly to encourage him to stand up - and he went for me. I did the only thing I could think of, and got my hand (the one on his collar) up under his chin quick and grabbed hair so he couldn't bite me - I'd never have got it out of the way in time. He was trying his damndest to get me, and very almost did - I had to grab more beard hair with my other hand to stop him again. But now I was stuck - he was on his back trying to bite me, with a wall behind him. I wasn't doing anything, just standing there trying not to get bit - but you know that feeling when there's just no hope?
I waited a minute for him to calm down, which of course he didn't really do - he just went still, still with his teeth bared wide. So I bit the bullet and tried to get my hands away as quickly as was humanly possible - and of course, he sank his teeth into my left palm. Much pain, fair bit of blood, hell of a lot of stress and tears!
Needless to say I didn't try and groom him again, I had to shut him in the office while I went to find a first aid kit. He's left a 3/4" slice in my hand - it doesn't look pretty :( Ann bandaged me up, but it bled through and I had to change it when I got home. Luckily, Opi injured her paw a while back, so I had the stuff I needed!
So all in all, not a good week, and definitely a bad end to it. I'm back in again tomorrow, but the dog is going in the morning :D. He's not a bad dog really, and there's nothing wrong with him physically that any of us are aware of, but it does seem very OTT for him to injure me the way he did simply for me putting a hand under his belly. I could understand maybe if it was very knotty and sore, but it wasn't at all. Still, I won't be sad that he won't be there!