Martha Stewart may be able to whip a home into shape, but she forgot the number one lesson of pet ownership. Dogs are not people! Unfortunately, it landed the craft queen in the hospital this week.
So what happened? Mama Martha moved in for a little love for her sleeping bulldog, Francesca, and instead she got head-butted right in the kisser. Poor Martha, haven't you ever heard the phrase "let sleeping dogs lie"?
Says Martha of the encounter with the little French bulldog:
I must have startled her, because she bolted upright with such force that she hit me in the face like a boxing glove hitting an opponent’s face. I was entirely startled and my neck snapped back. I felt a bit of whiplash as blood gushed forth from my split lip.
Matha's doing fine, and she holds no grudge against her little Frenchie. She's already been tweeting: "so many great comments on @the marthablog asking how I am, but also asking how francesca feels- she is a lovely frenchie- i startled her!"
So it wasn't a malicious dog. It was just a dog being a dog. Which is actually pretty typical for human/pet medical cases. Sure, the crazy pitbull tearing off someone's face gets all the press, but guess what is the leading reason people are hospitalized for in relation to their pets?
Fractures! A full 80 percent of the people -- mostly older folks -- hurt by their pets suffered some sort of broken bone. And here's a startling statistic: out of the 87,000 falls serious enough to land people in ERs between 2001 and 2006, 88 percent were caused by the patient's dog.
I've been there more times than I can count. At 8 years old, my boxer/hound mix (nicknamed Chief Springs on Paws by a friend) is just finally starting to lose her puppy attitude. She's run in front of me more times than I can count, once tripping me while I was holding my then month-old baby. It was all I could do to twist my body so that I took the brunt of the fall rather than my daughter's fragile head. I love my dog, she meant no harm, but there are days I've wondered if she isn't trying to steal my sanity one claw to the bare foot or tail wag in my eye at a time.
But at the end of the day, I can't help agreeing with Martha. She says "Frannie" was as upset about the injury as she was, cowering on the bed. That's the mark of a pet who hurts you on accident rather than a vicious one. Do your pets ever accidentally injure you?
Image via the Martha blog