Millie
This week I was thinking about one of the last things I had
written called "Pointing Fingers".
I remembered something that happened a few months ago. I went to take a walk at the park and right
away I noticed a man wearing what seemed to be a vest a city worker would be
wearing. The vest was both the neon
yellow and orange. I thought to myself
maybe He's the dog catcher.
I was paying attention as I was walking towards him. I noticed a huge white dog loose and confronting
another dog who was on the leash of another walker. I could hear the reaction of one of the dogs
growling. I noticed the apparent, city
worker ,walking a smaller black and white dog and was trying to put the big dog
on a leash, but the big dog came prancing quickly towards me.
The man said nothing as the dog ran towards
me. The white dog was a very tall dog,
with long legs and had a huge tongue flapping around as it was quickly getting
closer to me. I wasn't sure what to expect, a dog wanting to play and lick my face or a dog ready to tear my arm off. Which
ever, I knew not to run because dogs
like to run down their prey. I was calm
and I didn't react. I knew if the dog went to bite, not to pull away, knowing
that dogs will bite and pull harder at resistance.
I raised my finger
like a mother does when she tells her older child," no" firmly. I told the dog "No"
"Stay" Nooo", with
firmness and I shook my finger at her. She did not listen. I
stood very still as the dog grabbed me by my right hand and clamped down just
hard enough to cause a slight discomfort. I talked to the dog gently and
said, "Oh, you just want to play." "That's too rough, let go, let
go." She finally listened and calmed down. All the
while the apparent city worker said nothing.
Almost as if nothing
had happened, I asked the man if He worked for the city? He was about ten years or more older than I
am. He said, "Yes, I do on occasion." After
questioning him, I learned the dog was his and her name was Millie. I noticed that Millie was wet from jumping
into the creek and I told the man, "It looks like you're going to need to take Millie home and give her a bath." He bent way down to pet his smaller dog and
said "this is the baby". Then the man stood up, firmly looked at me
while putting a leash on Millie. Then He started walking towards his vehicle.
I can't really say I was being threatened, but I felt
threatened. I was hoping it wasn't some
kind of game to get me to react. I
couldn't understand why he did not tell his dog to stop. In any case I did not have any visible reaction. This was one of several episodes, I have felt
threatened by somebody's dog. Now I'm gun
shy around dogs all together, though I do not hate them.
Susan Y Nikitenko
May 3rd, 2015
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