Ferocious Bitsy

Meet another (female) member of our family.  This is Bitsy, our ferocious pom.  Notice that she doesn't have that pretty little wagging pom tail.  That's because her bark is worse than her bite. 

When I first moved to Laurinburg, I lived in a cabin that sat quite a distance from the road and behind a pasture of horses.  Each time I let Bitsy out of the house, she would take off running and barking like she was after something.  What she was after was a horse!  She would run up to the horses that were grazing in the pasture and stand in front of them barking like she was telling them to move on.

Barking at the horses is how she lost her tail.  One day she was standing in front of one of the horses yelping away and apparently the horse had take all it was going to take and bowed her head down to Bitsy, grabbed her by the tail with its mouth and slung her like a rag doll!  You should have heard the whimpering from Bitsy as she crouched to the ground.

I picked her up and took her to the vet.  I first thought that her back was broken, but luckily, it was her tail.  It had to be amputated very close to her rear.  The nub is about a half inch.  The horse snapped it when he tossed her.

Bitsy must be a pretty sharp in some ways because from that time on, she never ran out of the door barking at the horses.  (My poor baby!)