Today, I had my rat, Anna, out on my bed. She crawled under the blanket and got all cozy, and I was letting her be while I cleaned the room. Then I got called out of the room and downstairs, and I started talking with my brother and his girlfriend. We got into a conversation, and it was at LEAST 15 minutes before I realized that I had left my WEAK, OLD, PARALYZED RODENT ALONE IN A ROOM WITH A CAT AND A FULL SIZE PIT BULL PUPPY.
I ran up the stairs, already knowing I was going to see something that would scar me for life. Yet again knowing it was over for Anna, and that this time it was going to be a disturbing sight.
As I ran up the stairs, I saw the dog, and I asked him aloud, 'What did you do?" almost in tears. And he reacted with a look of guilt and a lick of his chops. I felt sick.
I got into the room and slowly looked over the bed. There she was....on her back, gasping for air, but alive. I ran to her, and checked her over for injuries.
She was very wet, but otherwise, intact.
I left a pit bull alone in a room with an elderly, paralyzed rat...and all he did was lick her.
I was so relieved, and felt so guilty over what I thought he would do that I started to cry.*
It's corny, but it's true: Never
judge a book by it's cover.***Also I'm having withdrawals from medication again so that doesn't help - I've been crying over everything today
**Although it honestly could have been any type of dog and I'd have had the same fears. In this case, though, he defeated yet another stereotype of his breed.