Instead, I think about the weekend and I
The weekend started off well. The dogs basically ignored each other. There were little grumbles here and there, but a squirt bottle stopped those pretty quick. Saturday night, my mom's friend came over and brought her dog (a rescue she just got who is about a year old). My mom had originally asked her not to- but she insisted.
At first, it was fine. My parents dog (who is about 6 or 7) just lay under the table- her preferred location. She isn't one to rough house or play with other dogs. Lucy did very well with my mom's friends dog and they were playing a lot. We decided to let them outside to run around. The two younger pups were playing and Lucy was getting pretty riled up- but still having fun.
My parents dog was standing inside watching. My mom's friend decided to let her out. She somehow ended up in the middle of the other two playing and growled and nipped at Lucy. Which led to Lucy feeling threatened and she attacked my parents dog. Sidenote: My parent's dog is fine. I think she ended up having to get stitches, and was obviously very shaken up and scared of Lucy after it happened. By Sunday, they were back to amicably ignoring each other.
I could easily sit and point fingers and say it's not my fault; not Lucy's fault; that it was my mom's friends fault; that she should have known better. It never should have happened. They were great all weekend. And so on and so on. While I think all those things are true, that doesn't matter.
Because it all still boils down to the fact that my dog bit another dog.
I feel like a failure. A failure as a dog owner. I've failed Lucy as her owner. I've failed Duchess by bringing another dog into her home that attacked her.
It's been three days and even though we're back home with Lucy, acting adorable and sweet as she always does when it's just us, I still can't stop thinking about it. And crying about it. And feeling sick to my stomach about it.
And that's all. Because I just don't know what to say about it anymore. I've been beating myself up enough in my own head.