Boo Rabbit and Chance Dog met yesterday. I thought it was going well. They touched noses and Boo wasn’t scared of him- she even lunged at him to show him she’s the boss. A half hour after this picture was taken, Chance pushed past me when I cracked the door open to grab something from the stairs and he attacked Boo. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. I thought I was watching my best friend get killed. We got Chance to let go and my dad scooped up Boo and I cried a lot. Miraculously, Boo didn’t get hurt. Maybe Chance didn’t clamp down, or maybe he just grabbed her fur, but she only has one bite mark, on her ear, and it didn’t break the skin. I didn’t find that out until after I had been sobbing for a really long time and Boo had been hiding and running away from everyone. I felt like it was all my fault. Dave felt like it was his fault. My dad thought it was his. By the end of the night, she was acting like nothing had happened—eating and drinking normally, being vocal, hopping and running around, and even bunning. I thought one of her front legs was hurt, but she’ll let me touch it and she has been digging normally, so I think it’s fine. I’m so happy she’s okay, but I can’t stop playing the worst case scenario in my head.
This is a sad post. Maybe just to me. Sorry. The picture is cute, though.