With all my fear of dogs, I knew something was going on in that house. Was it my business? No. I stretched my arm to close the gate, when the dog leaped toward me. That scared me to death. There was no time for me just to walk away. I pulled the gate with two hands, but it got stuck. I couldn’t close it. It was too late to run. I took only one step and the animal barged out on the street.
I had one second to do something dramatically.
“Lord, help me!” That was my unspoken prayer.
I didn’t turn my back to the dog. Slowly, I stepped backwards to the trash cans and grabbed the first one. The class I took with the Department of Defense was paying off. I knocked the big bin down and the garbage spilled on the road. The dog stopped for a moment. Then I used the bin to keep the dog away, yelling for help.
Somebody came from a few houses down the alley. The man was empty handed, but he pulled his shoe and tossed it to the dog to scare him. “Go away!” He yelled. A woman showed up in her bathing suit and approached the creature from a side. “Come on, puppy. Nobody is going to hurt you.”
“Do you know him?” the man asked her.
“No, but he is a good boy. Aren’t you, little doggie?”
“Don’t approach him, ” the man asked her, but it was too late. I was still holding the trash can between me and the dog, when he jumped and bit the woman’s hand.
The barking and squealing attracted a little crowd. The woman wanted to back off when the dog attacked her again. A man from the crowd took off his T-shirt and dropped it on the back of the animal. Another person did the same and they managed to restrain him on the pavement.
“I’m all right, I’m all right,” the wounded lady kept saying as she sat on the curb, shaking. Somebody helped her drink water from a bottle. Her arm was covered in blood.
A police car came again and the Animal Control showed up behind it. Somehow they made the dog get in a cage. “Who is the owner?” One of the officer asked. Nobody knew. “It came from this house,” I pointed at the next door building.
“Are they filming a show?” this tourist carrying a beach umbrella asked me. “Hollywood is not far, right?” The firetruck blocked the street and the ambulance stopped by the wounded woman to help her.
I didn’t answer. My body dropped down by the garage and I sat there trying not to weep. It was too much for one day. I wished Adam was there with me.