I'm having a hard time trying to shake this whole thing with Brut and our vet. Even looking back and analyzing every second, there was a one second window just before he went for her face if there was a moment to make a correction, that was the time. And it wasn't enough time to do anything. Other than not have gone through with the heartworm test and shot in the driveway of our home, Brut showed no signs of aggression, frustration, stress, or any crazies. But my guard was also down. Way down. The rest of the dogs had went so well, I got caught up in the hope that Brut would too, instead of taking into account, it was Brut. And normally I'm right in tune with him and can read him so well. And he fooled both of us.
And I'm so cautious, extra cautious in situations that involve Brut. Always have been.
Everyone at the vet clinic was saying, "It happened. Don't worry about it. Could have been a whole lot worse.( The vet had a mark on her nose and shoulder.) Shit happens. You guys are good."
And I'm just having a hard time letting go and believing that.
Brut has been sticking right close to me as if in remorse and trying to help me come out of my shock and fear of what happen.
It's still so hard to know everything is OK.