Jim Shugart
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Well, Jim Shugart is here, for goodness sake - How're ya doin' friend?
I response to Caj question - I think is both; sweet, lovable to their masters, but watch out!!!
Pete
Thanks, Pete. I never went away, just been busy with my work, etc.
I wasn't gonna get involved in this, but here goes. . .
I posted this on another forum:
About 15 years ago, I got home from work at about 0700. I took my 10YO 20lb German Shepherd mix for a walk, as usual. As we rounded a corner, a Pit Bull clamped down on her face with one fang over her left eye and the other one in her throat.
I stuck my index fingers into the Pit Bull's mouth to immobilize him and chewed up his ear while the owner was pulling on his hind legs. The dog turned loose but chomped down on my fingers. All of this took about 5-10 seconds.
The owner was very apologetic. I told him to just pay the vet bills and promise to control his dog in the future and we could just forget about it.
I took my dog to the vet: There was no serious damage.
I then took myself to the ER (at the hospital where I work). Unfortunately, It was at change-of-shifts and I didn't get very good treatment. The injuries to my fingers didn't appear to be too bad. They didn't call in a hand specialist and didn't even get any xrays. The right finger had tendon damage (there's a very narrow window when this can be effectively treated) and it will not fully extend now. The left finger had the bone crushed. It developed osteomyletis. They inserted a catheter and I gave myself IV antibiotics daily for six weeks. They wanted me to come in for this but I convinced them that I could do it myself (I'm a pharmacist). The antibiotics didn't work and I had to have surgery to remove part of the bone. All of this took about two months.
About a year after this, I got a call from the guy:
Him: Hey, Jim. I thought we were straight about the dog bite thing.
Me: Yeah. So, what's up?
Him: I just got a bill from ********** Hospital for $12,000. Are they serious?
Me: Count on it. I've got no control over them or their insurance carriers.
Him: So *** do I do?
Me: Move to Canada. Grow a beard. Talk with a French accent. I don't know.
My dog lived another seven years. I think of it as an honor to have had the opportunity to show her how much I loved her. (Of course, she didn't know. When we got back from the vet, she wanted to finish her walk.

I don't always carry when I leave the house, unless I've got my dog with me. If an unleashed dog approaches, I tell the owner to "Control it, NOW". An unleashed pit bull = one dead pooch. No warning.
- Jim