This morning, Ruby and Alexander were out playing in the street and I was marvelling at the joy of them playing out in winter – Alexander wearing short sleeves and Ruby in a wee sundress!
A few minutes later Ruby came in crying and groaning. A neighbour’s dog had escaped from the garden and had bitten her on the leg. She was really crying which is most unlike Ruby, I scooped her up, sat her on the bench and had a look. There was a bruise forming already and a few breaks in the skin. I grabbed some frozen peas from the freezer – although Ruby didn’t want anything to touch her leg – buckled her into the car and took off to work for one of the doctors to have a look at it, leaving Michael to speak to the dog owner.
We saw one of the doctors at work and he said that Ruby would still have tetanus protection from her pre-school immunisations but that he would give her a course of anti-biotics just to be sure that no infection could set in. Ruby was a brave wee soul while we had a really good look at the rapidly developing bruise.
Back at home it was just as well Michael spoke to our neighbour. While the rational part of me knows that this was an accident and these things happen and that the neighbour was very apologetic, the Mummy part of me is furious with him, not just for the fact that his dog escaped and bit my precious girl but because he then let her walk home by herself and Michael had to go and find him! Surely if your dog bites someone, especially a child, you grovel and apologise from here to kingdom come? You bring magazines and sweeties or at the very least come over and check that she’s ok. Anyway, as I say, Michael is much more level-headed and sensible about these things than I am and I am very grateful for that because we do intend to live here for some considerable time!