We have this storage house in the backyard. Ms. Donna calls it her
dollhouse. It looks just like the big house and has windows and an
overhead door. Kind of a baby big house. There's a sidewalk going
to it and the area it sits in has a wooden picket fence about four feet
tall. We store yard tools in it and Ms. Donna uses it as a staging area
for her gardening. She leaves the door open year ‘round because we
usually keep dogs in that yard and she wants them to be able to get inside if
the weather goes bad.
Since the door is open it gets junk in it. Junk like leaves and
spiders and mice and raccoons, birds, etc. So a couple of times a year or
so I have to go in there and clean up.
Butty was helping me. I'd sweep the leaves into a pile and then pick
them up and stuff them into a large plastic bag, which I would then dump in my
vegetable garden when it got full. I swept and scooped and Butty snorted
and sniffed. Three other dogs were out there with us but they were just
wandering around the yard.
Butty is a chow-mix.
He’s one of
those dogs that just showed up and decided to stay.
We saw him in the neighborhood for a couple
of weeks.
He’d be at the place down the
road where a guy lives in a trailer.
He’d
be at a house around the corner with the kids.
He’d come by our place a lot and just sit out front looking in at all
the dogs.
Then one day Steve, the cowboy
from next door asked me to do something about that dog.
Steve was afraid the dog would mess with his
cows.
Steve has some pretty expensive
cows.
So I brought Butty in and he’s
been part of the family ever since.
I was scooping leaves and suddenly a reddish brown blur flashed past
me.
It was a swirl of Butty and Butty bared
teeth.
It flew into the leaves and and
landed with both feet in front.
It shook
and shook like some kind of movie demon.
Pieces of skin and bodily liquid flew around in the air while I stepped
back gasping and wondering what little pieces of what were splipping on my
face.
I realized that Butty had caught a
snake.
The piece I saw looked like a
bull snake.
Bull snakes are pretty
snakes.
We have a lot of them hanging
around.
I try not to kill them because
they do police the area by eating bulls.
No.
Not bulls.
Good grief, what are you talking about.
No, they eat mice and rats and stuff like
that.
They don’t eat squirrels.
Wish they did.
Then the other dogs came into the doll house.
They too wanted a piece of snake.
Me and all the dogs wandered around looking
for pieces of snake and watching Butty have his fun.
Then I saw the head.
I reached for it.
It snapped and then opened up again.
Even when a critter is dead, it often will
move because of nerves.
This dead snake
head was biting because of nerves.
This
diamond shaped snake head was biting because of nerves.
Oh, crap.
This FANGED diamond shaped snake head was biting because of nerves.
I grabbed what dogs I could and yelled at the
rest to get everyone out of the doll house.
Then I carefully reached down and oh, so carefully picked up the
copperhead head and carried it outside the fence line and buried it.
We find lots of copperheads around the house.
They look kinda like bull snakes.
We have a lot of leaves and copperheads love
dead leaves.
We grow plants and water
them a lot.
Copperheads like wet leaves.
It’s interesting.
Steve the cowboy
lives just next door, about a quarter mile away.
He gets a lot of rattlers.
He gets what we call Velvet Tails.
They’re timber rattlers.
We never see rattlers and he never sees
copperheads.
Wonder why that is.
So anyway, I stopped working and went inside the house with the dogs.
Looked very closely at Butty and didn’t see
where he had been bitten.
I texted Ms.
Donna who was in Philadelphia.
Told her
about the incident and told her he was O.K.
I drank some juice and watched Butty.
He was just fine.
After a while I
got up to go back outside.
I looked down
at Butty and saw a little bit of a lump on his cheek.
I looked more closely.
Opened his lips and noticed that he was
bleeding from his gums and his gums were swelling.
Crap.
I texted Ms. Donna and said I’m going to town with Butty.
It was late Saturday afternoon and the vet in
Skiatook, only about 10 miles away, was closed.
As I got onto the highway I called the vet in Owasso, about 20 miles
from Skiatook.
They said they were
closing and they didn’t keep antivenin anyway.
So I headed for the Tulsa animal emergency center, about 40 minutes
away.
Butty sat in the seat next to me and he had his mouth open as he sat there
smiling.
He was drooling and dripping
blood.
The farther we drove the more
profusely he bled.
Only halfway to Tulsa
the car seat was a real mess of drool and blood.
He was really swelling now in his neck and
jaw and mouth.
I thought, crap, what do I
do if he quits breathing.
Well we got there.
He kept tilting his head in a strange way.
The first intake person said that tilting his head like that could mean
a problem.
With copperheads there’s a
reaction in the body that can make you bleed out inside.
Strangely tilting the head is one
symptom.
So ok.
Sure, give him blood
work.
I knew Ms. Donna would want that
for sure even though it did cost $300.
I
tell people that if they say our dog needs a heart transplant Ms. Donna will
whip out the checkbook.
Do I want shots
for pain?
Well, yea I guess so.
He must be in pain.
Probably another hundred.
Now do I want antihistamine?
Well I gave him two Benadryls at home.
Oh no, we need EXPENSIVE antihistamine.
Ok.
Another hundred.
So he’s O.K.
Some dogs – especially small ones – will bleed out.
Some dogs get sick.
Some dogs aren’t really bothered at all.
After they gave him a pain shot he quit the strange tilting of his
head.
He must have been doing that
because it hurt.
He swelled up rudely
for a few days but that was all.
If that
copperhead would have hit me I’d be in the hospital for days.
Old Butty saved my butt.