One of my favorite students came to class late yesterday. She ran in flustered saying how she almost didn't come in at all, that it was the worst day ever. She had her hands bandaged up and what wasn't bandaged looked like she met up with a savage beast. Since she was there for a private class, I had time to ask what what happened. She explained that her standard poodles and her cats never got along. The poodles are littermates and 10 months old. They did GREAT in class but never quite got the hang of leaving those poor kitties alone. So they decided to have the cats live in the basement, which was no hardship for them. The family owns one of the area's largest contracting businesses and their basement was finished as a game/family room.
Anyhow, somehow both poodles got to the basement that morning. Rocky had hold of the oldest cat (13 years) and wouldn't let go. It took the father (a 300 pound man) actually laying on top of Rocky before he released the cat. In the process the cat bit my student several times rather badly, but she did not go to the hospital. Where did she go yesterday instead of taking herself to the hospital? To the vet to put both cats to sleep!![]()
Before you ask, even though Rocky got hold of the oldest cat, there were no serious or life threatening injuries. He basically just had the cat's tail. The 6 year old cat was swatting and trying to beat off the other dog (and winning)
I was floored and couldn't say anything. Being that she is my student and I'm being paid by her, I couldn't tell her how sick I was that she did that. She didn't even try to rehome them! She knows I do cat rescue, why not bring them to me? I am so sad about this whole thing, and all I could do was commiserate and focus on her injuries and advise to go to her doctor today. I felt like such a liar because I wanted to be telling her off, instead because of our business relationship I had to be polite and swallow my own adversion to this whole incident.![]()
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