On Saturday I was quite happily walking to the mini supermarket with two of my people. We wanted some lunch before we went on our adventure. Instead halfway down the street, my people noticed a loose dog near the main road. We stopped as, they can not let an animal get hurt, and he would have been hit by a car if left. But before anyone could do anything, he saw me and came running.
I was in his MOUTH! Then I was in the air. One of my people had picked me up and the other had dragged the dog away. Once he had been taken away and the man had come to check if everything was okay, which my people told him it was and he could go now. So he left.
Two other people had heard my screams and came running to me. I was checked over by everyone, and they found blood! Panic set in and they frantically tired to find out what was wrong. I tired to tell them I was okay; scared but not hurt. They only got the idea when they all found the blood was coming from one of their fingers. The dog had tried to get me but my lovely, amazing person had put her hand in the way.
I was asked to sit down and given some ham and a cuddle. That made it all better and in about 2 minutes flat, I was okay and none the worse for wear. Ham makes thing better you know.
We carried on to the supermarket, and one person waited while the other pop in. On the way home we met a very cute Boxer puppy, I had a good play and all was well. I know all dogs aren’t scary, it is just every now and again you meet the odd nasty one and that shouldn’t make you fear everything. Also a good play with your monkey toy sorts most things.
(Note from Human)
Little Alfie did get attacked this weekend. My sister and I fancied some lunch and decided rather than take the car, we would both go together and walk Alfie in the process before I continued on towards our adventure. We got a few hundred metres out of our house before we both spotted a loose dog. Brown and white about 3 ft in height he was a big doggy. He was just sniffing around and seeing as we were so close to the main road I was worried. I had passed Alfie across to my sister (lucky I did that) and before either of us knew what was happening, the dog had charged.
I thought he was headed for my sister, only too late did I realise he was going for Alfie. The dog had him in his mouth before I knew it and Alfie was screaming like I have never heard him scream before. My sister had managed to kick the dog and wrench Alfie from his mouth, and pick him up above her. But the dog kept going, he was trying to climb her to get to him. I grabbed hold of the dogs tail (the only thing I could reach at this point in time) and pulled him off them both, got his collar gave it a short sharp tug, told him in a stern voice to stop, and it was over.
A small girl dressed in pink, had come round the corner, it was her family’s dog. She was poping to the same shop when he escaped, he was too big for her and shoved her aside out of the gate and free. There was no way she could take it back home. So I offered, I had no bad feeling towards the dog, it was the bloody people controlling him. And how could I be angry at a girl, who was probably lighter than the dog. I took him as far as the gate and put him inside. A man came out, he was obviously worried about his dog, (he had escaped near a main road, who wouldn’t be) . When I told him what had happened he look heart broken, he said he knew he was a dog aggressive dog and had his lead and muzzle to hand. He came and looked at Alfie and was glad he wasn’t hurt. We parted ways and though not more of it.
Then I saw my sisters hand, the dog had got to her trying to get to Alfie. In that instance I felt as though I had failed miserably, I hadn’t protected my younger sister, or my dog. But they were both okay and we carried on.
On the way home we met a lovely puppy, he was a lanky baby Boxer, he played with Alfie and Alfie played with him. It was nice to see he wasn’t put off other dogs at all. The next day we continued on our Sunday walkies as if nothing had happened, we met his normal friends and he seemed fine.
It did raise questions though. The dog bit my sister. Yes because she put her hand near it’s mouth, and in the way of Alfie, and for the size of the dog it was a very small bite. But a bite is a bite. At the time we both just wanted out of the situation as soon as possible, so left as soon as we knew Alfie was okay. But should we have reported it? Who should we have reported it to? It was a dog on dog attack so not illegal, or breaking any law. But what if I was on my own? What if it was one of the children that walk their dogs along that stretch of road all too often? It could have been so much worse, but it wasn’t.
I just don’t know what to do.
Anyway next week we will continue on our adventures.