Recently I've been writing down bits and pieces of my life for therapeutic/just-for-funsies reasons.

So here's the story of how I was viciously attacked by dogs in the first grade.

It was hard to write and will presumably be hard for you to read, but know that I have now recovered and am working through the trauma with a skilled counselor.

 

I was savagely attacked by two dogs my first grade year.

There were roughly fifteen homes in our rural subdivision. The whole entire neigborhood was one large gravel circle, essentially, with two log cabins that deviated from the main road.

It was much too treterous a drive for a bus to make its way through the neighborhood, so I was dropped off at the entrance (orange X) and walked the rest of the way through Hickory Arms to our house.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The very first house in the neighborhood had two dogs, which were demons encased in fur and slobber.

 

Walking home one day, one of the dogs ran after me, its bark like the roar of a chainsaw to my small first grader ears. I ran like Forrest Gump, barely making it in the door before I died. I cried for a solid hour due to extreme trauma.

 

Then it happened a second time a few weeks later. Only this time, both dogs followed me all the way home, barking and yipping, attempting to sink their talons and teeth into my soft flesh. The owner stood on the grass, clapping her hands together telling them to "get back here this instant," which was CLEARLY ineffective, but did she run after her animals?

 

No. I ran back into the house, hysterical. The woman later approached my father and apologized deeply and most sincerely, explaining how she tried to stop them.

 

I hope she is reading this becasue there's always something I've wanted to say: You lying sack of elderly ignorance, you did not try to stop them. You stood at the end of the drive way, your wrinkly knees flapping in the breeze, calling for precious Muffin and LooLoo.

 

I almost died.

I mean, they were both Shih Tzus, but still...I almost died.

 

Nonetheless,

Fairfarren, Dear Ones.