Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.
Mr. Bentley, a Staffordshire Terrier, The Pit Bull Pride of The EastWing, was condemned to serve 10 days in solitary confinement for a crime of questionable existence. A vicious Pit Bull attach he never made, a crime he didn’t do. Guilt based on conflicting eye witness reports from the crime scene. Guilt without proof.
It was a Saturday afternoon when a neighbor, who just happens to be related by marriage, came riding along on a bicycle. This same neighbor, who just happens to be related by marriage, had called a short time earlier and asked to speak to the She. I said the She was out working in the yard and was not available to talk on the phone.
The neighbor, who just happens to be related by marriage, asked that I have the She call her when she comes inside. Within a short few minutes of the phone call, the neighbor, who just happens to be related by marriage, comes along the road riding a bicycle. I’m not sure if the bicycle had one of those little baskets on the front handlebars or not, but the rest of the scene sure could have been lifted right out of the movie. Ya remember the movie, where an ole girl is riding a bicycle inside the tornado, and the little Toto Dog is in the basket, yeah, that movie, that’s the one.
Upon seeing the She in the yard, pulls into the yard for a visit with the She. Then along comes Mr. Bentley, and makes some kinda contact with the neighbor, who just happens to be related by marriage. I didn’t see the contact, and as such cannot attest to the viciousness or the savagery of the attack. The She saw the whole episode. As did Mr. Bentley. And so did the neighbor, who just happens to be related by marriage. Somehow I don’t think Mr. Bentley likes that ole girl, who just so happens to be related by marriage.
It’s a classic example of one of the difficulties law enforcement people have in ascertaining the facts of a given situation, is how different people see the same thing and record it differently in their minds. And so it was with the attack of the Bentley. Different people saw different things. Different strokes for different folks.
Bentley did make contact with the neighbor, who just happens to be related by marriage. So the She made Bentley go in the house, ‘cause he was being a bad boy, jumping and scaring the neighbor and all, who just happened to be related by marriage. The She offered to wash off the attack site with peroxide if needed. The offer of First Aid was refused, and was told, “oh there’s nothing there” and the neighborly visit continued for another ½ hour to ¾ hour without any additional conversation of the Bentley matter, or any additional concerns expressed for any alleged wound. The visit finally ended when the She said she had to go inside. There was no bloody glove left at the crime scene, or bloody paw prints, along the walkway.
Upon entering the EastWing, the She told me the whole incident, and made the statement “I just know that she’ll make a big deal out of that with Bentley, ‘cause that’s just the way she is.” I asked the She “ did you see any blood?” The She said there was no blood, that she couldn’t even see any broken skin, and if anything at all, it may have been a little reddish like from a bump.
The transgression along the roadside occurred on a Saturday afternoon about 1:30 or so. The next thing we hear of this incident was the following Tuesday morning, about 8:00 AM, some 3 days later, when the neighbor, who just happens to be a relative by marriage, called the She and informs her that she has just returned from the Pulaski Memorial Hospital where she had received Emergency Room treatment for a dog bite. The neighbor, who just happens to be related by marriage, told the She that the dog bite wound from 3 days prior, had started to bleed and she got concerned that she may have rabies, so she sought medical attention.
It was difficult not to laugh at that point. For one, to think, a wound, much lessen one of questionable existence, would start be bleed after 3 days past its creation is farfetched, if not downright false. I called the neighbor, who just happens to be related, by marriage, she never answers her telephone, just sets and listens to any message being left by the caller. I left the message and told her that I needed to see the wound. And that I also needed to photograph the wound.
She came to my office that same morning shortly after I got to work. Showed me a 4 X 4 bandage, the type you can get at any drugstore. I asked her what medical attention she had received in the ER. Said they cleaned and dressed her wound. Asked her what instructions they had given her. She said they told her to come back to the ER in three or four days and they would check her again and probably release her at that time.
I reminded the neighbor, who just happens to be related by marriage, of my background, and the fact that I had managed hospitals for a living, and was fully aware of the operation of Emergency Rooms in providing acute care, and to the best of my knowledge, I’d never ever heard of an Emergency Room Doc telling a patient to return to the ER for another visit. At that point the neighbor, who just happens to be a relative by marriage, said “oh Bob I’ve got so many irons in the fire today, I just got to run.” A statement made by a woman who does not have a job, and never works, and has more spare time on her hands than a clock maker. And so it was, with those many irons in the fire, she left the office of RHCO INC.
The following day, a lady who had worked for several years with the She at Pioneer Florist in North Judson, stopped by to tell her that she had a message on her answering machine for me from the Starke County Humane Society. The Starke County Humane Society is the organization charged with reporting and handling animal bites. I contacted the Humane Society, seems a dog bite report had been filed against Mr. Bentley. The charge was filed by the neighbor, who just happens to be a relative by marriage. It turns out that she is a multi-filer of dog bite reports.
The Starke County Humane Society is one of the most vital and underfunded public services in the community. Animal control is difficult and unrewarding work, yet so vital to the community wellbeing. It is the type work that I know I could not do. Knowing my limitations into that type work, I’ve forever provided the services of RHCO INC gratis.
Miss Daisy James came from the Starke County Humane Society just a few day ago. Mr. Bentley was also a rescue dog from the Starke County Humane Society just a couple years ago. The Starke County Humane Society services the community well.
The protocol for an animal bite is established by the Indiana State Department of Health. Once reported, ya just follow the steps. And I didn’t expect or want anything short of the process. Just gave ‘em the rabies tag number. And was I ever surprised when it came back expired. I thought it was a 3 year tag, it was a 1 year tag. My son RJ had taken Bentley to the Vet when he first got him from the Humane Society. RJ got a 1 year shot and not a 3 year shot for Bentley. And as such, Mr. Bentley did not have a current rabies tag.
In the absence of a valid rabies tab the animal must be isolated for a minimum period of 10 days. The isolation cannot be at home. It can only be at a licensed Vet Clinic or a recognized Animal Shelter. And so on that same early afternoon, Mr. Bentley turned himself into the authorities at the Starke County Humane Society, to start serving this time in purgatory. He was duly paw printed, then they took the mug shot and lead Mr. Bentley away to solitary confinement, while all the time proclaiming his innocence. But there’s always a bright side on every dark cloud, Mr. Bentley got credit for the 4 days he’d served his time at the EastWing and had not demonstrated any symptoms of rabies in the last 4 days.
It was on the third day of the solitary confinement that I decided to do a little prison ministry. And so I stopped at the Feed Barn in North Judson to pick up some special treats for my jail bird/dog. When I got to the the Humane Society to check on how Bentley was getting along, I found that Mr. Bentley was the hit of the staff at the Humane Society, receiving lots of walks, treats and probably more attention than he gets at home. I told Bentley that I’d pick ‘em up come Tuesday Morning at 8:00 AM, he said forget about it, Tuesday afternoon would be ok, if I couldn’t make it then, sometime Wednesday would be ok too. I thought Mr. B’s starting to like that place.
All animal bite reports filed at the Starke County Humane Society are considered public record and as such, I asked to read the public record. WOW! Daylight and dark. Fact and Fiction. Truth and fantasy fabrication from a dream world that never was. And all the while Mr. Bentley ends up with a criminal record, and at the same time adds to the urban legend of attacking Pit Bulls. Some Pit Bulls that may well have more common sense than neighbors, who just happen.………
Stay safe in Afghanistan.
From The EastWing, When Mr. Bentley Became My Jail Bird/Dog
I wish you well,