Hi people. It’s me, Sir Mortimer. But you can call me Morty. Did you hear what happened to me? Achilles tried to kill me. No, really!
Here’s what happened: It was nice outside, and we were all – and by all I mean me, Ella, Achilles, Lucy and Xebe, or Xela, or something like that. Aunt Amy was there too…she was brushing Achilles. She was brushing him hard and fast and hair was flying and he was loving it. I came over to see what all was going on, not knowing he was “in the zone.” He jumped at me and grabbed my ear and bit down. I screamed, and that just fueled his fire. He scraped the skin off the top of my ear; he punctured the side of my face; he scratched the top of my neck and head. I just kept screaming. It hurt, and I was scared. *squeal!* I am a prey animal after all, and he’s a predator. Did you know he’s bigger than me? I’m just a poor little 150 pound pig with a waddle. To make things even worse, the other dogs started closing in on me. It’s something called pack behavior. Aunt Amy kept screaming at them to stay back while she worked on getting Achilles off of me. I sure do wish I had a pack to protect me.
Aunt Amy – I’ve just started calling her that – saved me. I was bleeding and really freaked out. I could tell she was too – freaked out that is, not bleeding. She took me to my bathroom apartment so I could calm down. Afterwards, she shut all the dogs in another room and let me come in the kitchen with her. She sat on the floor and kept talking real nice and soft to me, and I decided I could trust her, that she is my protector. So I laid down in front of her. She pet me until I got back up and moved next to her. Then I laid down and got pet some more. Finally, I moved onto my side and let her rub my belly. We’re friends now. And Achilles had to sleep in his kennel the last two nights.
Anyhow, with a lot of treats to bribe me, I let Aunt Amy wash my boo boos and put medicine on them. That was two days ago, and it’s not hurting anymore and it’s all starting to heal.
None of the dogs (except Lucy) are allowed out when I’m grazing and playing in my swimming pool. I’m a happy piggy again.
Love, grunts, oinks and squeals, Morty
We can’t let him near Riley, either, cause they’re both boys. It makes visits difficult now that Riley is back living with us.
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Wehw! Wee reeleeved Morty iss healin guud.
Wee sorry Achilless iss not reemorsefull…..what a Poochie rite Miss Amy?
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Wow, my adopted cousins sure have a lot of friends on here. And y’all are so nice. Yep, I’m feelin’ lots better. Morty
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Lulu: “Oh, how awful for you! Poor Morty! We’re glad you are feeling better!”
Chaplin: “Dennis told us the story of how he got attacked by a dog from across the street once so we know how fast it can happen and how scary it can be!”
Java Bean: “We dogs are sending lots of tail wags for your continued recovery!”
Charlee: “And we Hipsters send purrs!”
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Morty is feeling better and his wounds are almost healed. Achilles has no remorse…other than I didn’t let him sleep in my bed for two nights, LOL!
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Wee hope you have sum ‘borin’ fore rest of tiem there Miss Amy!!!!
Hope Morty iss feelin much bettur.
Poor Achilless he must bee upset two….
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It’s been an interesting few days. Hoping for boring… Love, Miss Amy
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Me too. I want to cuddle on the couch with her. She’ll protect me, too. *oink* Morty
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*Oink! Squeal!* Not funny! *Squeal!* Morty
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I think he DID mean to hurt me! He just needs to stay away from me. *grunt* Morty
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It doesn’t hurt anymore. *oink* Morty
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It cools me off on hot days. Morty
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Mee-yow WOW Morty that was furry scarey!!!!
Mee betss Achilless iss “morty-fied’ that hee herted you….
Wee sorry it happened an hope you will heal quiklee Morty! An Miss Amy yore purrty amazin to take care of efurryone!
***purrss*** an POTP BellaDharma an {{{huggiess}}} BellaSita Mum
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Oh sweet Morty, i am so sorry this happened, It had to be traumatic for you and Aunt Amy and even all the dogs. dog fights are horrible even is there is no adorable screaming pig involved. glad there is a new routine. Hope your mama comes home soon and life can go back to normal
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It was! Thanks for writing. Morty *oink*
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Oh, dear. Achilles was so mixed up he though he was going to have him some bacon…OOPS:(
Glad you were saved and patched up and now can go swimming again…in peace.
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Oh, Morty! We’re glad to hear you only ended up with a couple of boo boos that Aunt Amy could take care of. It all must have been very scary for everyone involved. We’re sure Achilles didn’t really mean to hurt you but was simply confused. We hope you two can make up soon.
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Ouch! Glad you’re healing!
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I’m sure glad to hear that all is calm once again Morty. Your pool look fun!
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Hari OM
Morty!!! This is such sad news, cos it means that Achilles has got a bad boy sticker on his file now (mind you, I have had my eye on him for a while now, what with Lucy’s heart and all…) More importantly, it is sad for you that you got ouchies like that… and for aunty Amy that she had to mediator. Not a fun position. Phew, I am glad you are feeling better and that things are more settled again. long may it be so! Hugs and snorkies, YAM-aunty xxx
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Oh Morty, that sounds soooo scary(for Aunt Amy too!)! We are so glad you are feeling better!
xoxo,
Rosy, Jakey & Sunny
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Morty, I am so glad you survived the attack! You sure are cute. Have a good (and safe) week!!
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What a cutie pie. I’m sorry about your ear. Your aunt took great care of you.
Have a fabulous day and week. Scritches all around. ♥
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