Imbolc Cold Moon
Went upstairs. Heard sounds of a scrap outside. Opened the sliding doors to the back. 
Vega and Rigel had Gertie on the ground, tearing into her with vicious abandon. Though I know better, I waded in bellowing and got them all separated.
Gertie had multiple lacerations, a tummy wound bleeding in large, red blots and her right upper canine stood horizontal to her jaw. After crating Vega and Rigel to calm things down, I found Gertie’s most serious wound, staunched it with a towel which I had to secure with a dog leash wrapped round her middle and proceeded to check her for other injuries.
There were several. Kate was on the way home from a day of sewing. I cleaned up the floor. It looked like an abattoir. When Kate got home (we only have one vehicle now), we took Gertie to the emergency vet. This was around 5 pm. We just got back and it’s now 10 pm.
She’s got a cross the heart bandage, several drains, no more right canine. It slid right out. We have it in a blue pill bottle. Antibiotics. E-collar. Pain meds. The usual drill. We’ve been through dog trauma many times. It passes.
She’s groggy, but in good spirits. She’s a sweet girl, but damn she’s expensive.
