Rescue, English Bulldog Buddy
The call came on a warm sunny afternoon. I needed to pick up a rescue. Great, it wasn't far so I would be able to pick him up and get back home in less than an hour. I loaded my van with a crate ( to keep him safe during the trip) , some ice ( to cool him if he needed) , and some treats. With directions in hand off I went. The new subdivision was only about ten miles from me and even with traffic I was pulling into the driveway in no time. As I exited my van a woman came out of the house to meet me. " Thank you so much for coming so quickly." She said " I didn't know what else to do with him." "Your welcome." I said " I'm glad I could help." I told her I was a little confused, and I wasn't sure what was going, that I only knew the basics. He was an older boy and he needed help.
As she led me into the house she explained that he was about seven and they had only had him about a year. Then she dropped the bomb. He was rolling around on the couch and her husband went to push him off and Buddy slashed open her husbands arm. She had to take her husband to the emergency room for stitches. When they got home Buddy was just laying there like nothing happened. That's when they decided he had to go. " A friend told us about rescue, that's why we called you instead of taking him to the pound." I just listened, thanked her, and asked to see him. As I followed her toward the kitchen I could see him looking thru the baby gate she had put up to keep him from the rest of the house.
I walked up slowly and quietly spoke to him. He looked up at me and wiggled his butt and backed up so I could move the gate. He seemed so friendly, I could not believe this gentle dog could be so vicious. I sat down and like any loving dog he climbed into my lap. "Are you sure that's what happened?" She looked at me and said " I'm sure, but it was so unlike him. I don't understand it, not one bit." She signed the surrender papers and helped me lift him up into the crate in my van. As I pulled out of the driveway he laid down and licked the ice I had for him. When I got home I was able to lift him down and walk him into the house. I kept him away from the other dogs for a couple of days, then I slowly introduced him to the other dogs in the house.
I was so confused. This was one of the friendliest dogs I had ever seen. He loved being bathed, he was such a gentleman when he ate or received a treat. He was great with the other dogs. He even let me dremel his nails with no problem. What was going on? Two weeks passed and I still didn't know how this loving dog could hurt anyone. Another week passed and nothing. Then one afternoon as I was in the kitchen it happened. I turned just in time to see Buddy go down. He started rolling over and shaking. He was having a seizure. I had never seen one but I knew enough to get him over and lift his head so as not to aspirate. A few seconds and it was over. He looked lost and confused. I held him and talked to him until he was able to stand, and then walk on his own. The mystery was solved. He had not attacked anyone, he had a seizure at the exact time he was being pushed off the couch. His flailing had caught hold of her husbands arm and Buddy's sharp teeth did the rest.
Our trip to the vet confirmed it, and medication would keep it under control. I was very excited to let his former owner know that it was a medical condition that had caused the problem. Buddy was not at fault, and it was just an accident. As Buddy was at an advanced age and needed care and understanding he would stay with me. He would be owned by the Bulldog Club and would get everything he needed to stay healthy for the rest of his life.