So ever since I moved into this apartment, I have been afraid of the neighbor's dog. Every time I walk by there it barks at me like I am the most evil person on the planet. Anyway, it thankfully is behind a gate and can't get to me, but it does scare me. Anyway, a few weeks ago my friend and I were walking by, the gate was opened, and it started running at us ready for attack. My friend yelled and stomped and scared it, but it made me pretty nervous. It made me afraid to walk by there again, and my friend even tried to give me a crash course in scaring dogs.
Last Tuesday I went for a walk alone and decided to take the risk to walk by the house. The gate was closed when I passed by, but when I turned around and was coming back, I noticed the gate was open. I had to walk by in order to get back to my house so I just went for it. When I turned, the dog was running after me Sandlot-style. I tried to yell, but it just became higher and higher pitched until I realized I was screaming for help in Spanish, and also realized that the dog caught my elbow with its teeth (technically it bit me, but its never even hurt). The family came running out of the house and got the dog under control. I started sobbing uncontrollably and told them I wasn't hurt, but then launched into a tearFULL monologue about how much their dog scares me. They were nice but I know I'll have to worry about this dog (Coco, a waimaraner) everytime I exercise. We're going to report it but I don't think anyone will take action.
All that to say, I'm not really known to be afraid of dogs, and I think its safe to say that that was the most terrified I have ever been in my entire life. Ever. Period.
No comments:
Post a Comment