I just got to work and I’m all shaken up from the walk.
As I’ve mentioned in the past, I’m cynophobic (afraid of dogs). When I walk to work, I walk on the wrong side of the road because one house. At this house live two dogs. I don’t mean a couple of cute little Pomeranians. These are those mean-looking dogs, and they scare the shit out of me. Whenever I walk by, they bark, even if they’re indoors. Usually they’re both on leashes, but from time to time, when the owner is outside with them, one of them will be off of its leash. As a side note, the dog house has about half a dozen cars in the front yard. Most of the cars have tall weeds growing around them, and I’ve only ever seen the owner drive two of the cars. Make of that what you will.
Across from the dog house is an ugly log cabin (they painted all of the logs, so it lost a lot of the classic log cabin charm). The people who live there have at least one cat and possibly a dog (I honestly can’t tell. Sometimes there’s a dog tied up around back that barks at me when I walk by, but I usually don’t see it). Why are these people important?
This morning, one of the mean-looking dogs trotted out from behind the log cabin! It wasn’t on a leash and I didn’t see the owner around anywhere. It headed for me, so I tried not to make eye-contact with it (I’ve heard that can signal a challenge, which can make mean dogs even more aggressive). My heart leaped up into my throat and my chest tightened up. I could feel a wave of anxiety and fear flow through my body. I quickened my pace and hoped that the dog would just leave me alone if I kept ignoring it.
When it started to get really close, I turned and looked at it, which made it stop in its tracks. I quickly turned and walked away, but I could hear it following me. I tried to remain calm, lest I show the beast my fear.
It let out one, single bark. It wasn’t terribly loud or, to be honest, much of a surprise, but I jumped out of my skin (I don’t know if I actually jumped or not, but I’m sure I probably did). I was nearly paralyzed with fear.
The barked; not just once, this time, but again and again. I kept trying to turn my head and see where it was. It sounded like it was getting closer, but I couldn’t tell. Paranoid fantasies of the dog attacking me began to run through my mind. Self defense tactics quickly followed and I resolved to attack the dog if it got much closer.
In my cynophobic mind, the best way to defend yourself from an attacking dog is to kill it. I don’t care if it’s someone’s pet, I’m not going to let it harm me.
My salvation came in the form of the owner, who must have heard the barking. He came outside and called to the dog (whose name is “Sarge”; a name that doesn’t make me feel any better about it). The dog reluctantly obeyed (thank goodness!) and I was free.
I wanted to turn around and give the guy a piece of my mind. I wanted to call the police and complain about him letting his dog wander around on other peoples’ property and terrorize innocent civilians. But most of all, I just wanted to get the hell away from there.
Even now, over thirty minutes later, I’m still upset. There’s a lump in my throat and my chest still feels tight (not heart attack tight, just… Tight).
I really need to get a car.0 People like this. Be the first!