When you first look at Mongo it’s crystal clear that every day of his 2 years (?) of life have been spent living on the streets.
Mongo has scars on his face and body from dog fighting, and he is missing a chunk of his left ear. How do I know these wounds are from dog fighting? Because just about every time we go out with him he attacks any other dog he considers to be threatening his.. territory? It’s not his fault, he grew up in the hood.
Having seen him fight, I know that Mongo doesn’t usually lose. But he lost big the other day. We usually let him out in the mornings to roam around town. In the afternoon, Stevie found him curled up on the beach in front of our apartment. He had been in a fight, and this one was ugly.
He had one deep puncture wound, which we suspect was from the other dog’s tooth…
He also had 3 deep slash wounds. No dog did this. This looked like a knife wound.
We suspect that Mongo picked a fight with a dog that had an owner, and that the owner decided to break it up with a machete knife. (Machetes are very common down here).
I guess Mongo is lucky the guy didn’t take his head off, although I’m sure he was trying.
Stevie cleaned him up and took him to the vet for stitches and medicine. Then she gave him my spot on the bed so he could, you know, recuperate.
Kiki sensed something was wrong, and she stood guard by Mongo’s bed most of today.
He’s going to be fine. No permanent damage.
I suppose I should just leave my credit card on file with the vet. Sigh…