My Newfoundland dog does not wake me to go outside and hurry or oompa… well, almost never. Today he did and we encountered a horsefly, his arch enemy. He does not like horsefly bites. But who does?
So when he woke me this morning, bounding around the bedroom, I was up. I hooked his leash while I was on the toilet pulling on my garden dress and sleeping. Too much info. But I had to get this dude outside.
Gotta hurry gotta hurry gotta hurry, Danny Boy panted all the way through the house, garage, into the yard. He did not expect to encounter a horsefly at dawn. He just had to oompa. Now!
Got him to his oompa spot, that means where he poops. He hurried, that means to pee. He squatted and I covered my nose and mouth as I could imagine the first oompa was going to be quite a pile for some reason… and it was about to hit the ground when……….
……the horsefly dive bombed him.
The dog stopped pooping.
He decided we were going in. Now. Would have thought a pack of coyotes was after us, yes, been there done that.
This horsefly was worse than a pack of coyotes.
For this dog, the horsefly and female horsefly bites are not amusing.
Danny Boy is a rescue dog we adopted. We soon learned that the horsefly bite is representative of torture.
Sure for anyone who has been bitten by a horsefly, yes, sure it hurts. For him, it was torture.
Truly, the female horse fly bites for the blood for their eggs. The male eats pollen and nectar, sweet guy, while the wife can run livestock mad from the pain.
Before we adopted him, our Danny Boy was tied in a pasture by a rope for two years. He had no defense against horsefly bites except to attempt to bite them. Now he lives in an air conditioned house and avoids the out of doors when the horseflies are active. If we are not close by, they run him out of the garage and through the fields.
What he has not realized is he cannot outrun the horsefly if it chooses to keep up. He is the fastest dog in the world, we think, but they fly circles around him. We don’t think he knows that part or he would never go out of doors.
This is the biggest dog in the world. Well, 146-pounds anyway. But he is afraid of horseflies and anything that could be perceived as a horsefly until proven otherwise. Bumblebees. Hummingbirds.
Just yesterday a horsefly flew through the garage where he was ‘hiding’ and he charged out to me for protection just like I taught him. Better than him running into the highway or something though we don’t even live by a road now. Unfortunately I was sitting on a rolling office chair on a sloped paved driveway taking a picture of another rolling office chair for eBay when he plowed into the chair and leaned on me and down the hill I was going… but I managed to escape falling. From that experience, Hubby and I talked about how The Dog Whisperer desensitizes dogs to what they fear. Takes the dog afraid of horses to the horse herd. Takes the dog afraid of autos to the middle of the meridian. But, the horses and autos are less likely to bite or run down the dog than the female horsefly is to bite. A horsefly bites unless you are underwater.
Careful what you wish for, hmmm. Desensitize it was then, the first thing in the morning.
Didn’t even have to go to the farm to find the most perfect horsefly for the job.
Huge Horsefly Bites Huge Dog
We thought it would happen. This particular horsefly was more than persistent. Obnoxious. Hateful. Horrid. Persistent to no end. Flying circles around us literally. Dive bombing like a crop duster. Come to think of it, the horsefly did not bite so perhaps it was a male.
I encouraged Danny Boy to hold steady, stay close to my side for protection from me. He was fairly calm, considering. But when I tried to get him to go to the meadow with me and complete his oompa business, not a chance. He edged me to the house, pushing my legs like he had when the coyotes were in the woods by the house. So this morning, who knows, coyotes and horsefly? They all bite.
He is a good dog, housebroken, polite. Being bigger and stronger, he never pulls on the leash, but today … we were going in the house. I won, but had to get a bit forceful and irate with him to get his attention. Then we went straightaway inside. Just in case.
The dog is well housebroken, that being after he realized he was no longer in a field, another story. But, just in case he was more afraid of the horsefly bites than of me, I thought ahead. I went back to bed, yes, though not before looping the leash over the bedpost so Danny Boy would be close by in case he realized he had not completed his ever so urgent morning oompa.
Today we purchased for him a bottle of Rescue Remedy.