The reason I started blogging was because of the lack of info out there. Sure, there was plenty of how to's on subjects, but none of them prepared you for the mistakes that came along with this life style. When I began, there were zero blogs or books or magazines that helped you tackle these things. It all started with butchering my own bird, and the lack of anatomy lessons that the books held. I'm from the suburbs, never held a chicken let alone butchered out before. And there seemed like no where to turn when something went wrong. I write to warn you, I write to help you, and I write to help myself. And now I have a story, this is a part of the simple life.
I was watching the very late local news last night. I kept hearing dogs barking. After a few minutes I realized that the barking was coming from my own yard. I went to the back door and opened it. There was two dogs, one had the neck of my angora goat, and the other had her rear. I screamed bloody murder, neglected to grab my gun, and ran out toward the two dogs and my beloved goat, Dora. The dogs ran, blood dripped off the goat's white dreads. I ran back up to the house and screamed for my husband, then back to my goat. She was standing, she was wobbly but standing. Our sheep, Donkey, making cooing noises at her. He wasn't leaving her side. I took my hands and tried to find the wound around her neck, and pressed. Unsure if where I was pressing was the correct spot. We were under a barn light, but the light was insufficient for what I needed to do. My husband asked what was going on from the back door. "They got Dora! Help me" he mumbled something and disappeared into the house. I was left alone.
I waited for my husband for a bit. I realized that the blood wasn't stopping. I stood in the 20 degree weather, in bare feet, a flannel pj bottom, and a punk rock band shirt. I took my shirt off. Good thing I still had a bra on, it kept a little bit of me warm. With my shirt now off, I used it to apply pressure to the wound as I waited for my husband. He soon came from the house with a flashlight. I used the flashlight to find the wound, I was dead on the spot already, but there was still the other wounds on her rear.
It took my husband some time to realize I was shirtless. And when he did, he handed over his jacket. Now what to do? We had to get her somewhere to work on her. To save her. My husband went back into the house and came back with a couple of towels. With a bit of effort, she was carried into the house and placed into the bathtub. One of the things my husband was doing while I was freezing topless, was to get out the iodine, bleed stop and a water bottle. Once she was in the tub, I quickly used the water bottle to flush away all the blood and find the wounds. There is no Vet ER for large animals any where close to us. At 1 am, you are on your own.
I found many wounds, none were punctures, all where deep slashes. We cleaned them and applied the bleed stop. It looks like the dogs removed her tail. Luckily it was a clean removal. I got her to eat a little, while the kittens stood guard. She tried to nibble them if they got too close to her. I was a bloody mess myself.
She is still laying in the bathtub. She has not tried to get up yet. But I think she will make it through the attack. This morning we will glue the wounds closed after recleaning them, and start giving her some antibiotics. As long as infection doesn't set in, I think she will be just fine.
So there you have it. This is reality on farms and homesteads all over the world. It just so happens that mine has been plagued lately with dog attacks, thefts and so forth. It use to be wonderful. Spent many years with calm and no deaths. This year. . .well it has put me to the test.