Iím starting to come down off the ceiling now, but I think I was in shock most of the day. I donít know for sure, because I donít know what it feels like to be in shock. But if itís a little like physical and emotional paralysis, both hitting at the same time, then thatís what happened after I was attacked by a pit bull this morning.
Okay, first of all, the dog didnít bite me. It just lunged at me and clamped its jaws around my wrist. (Well, thatís a little like biting, I guess, except that it didnít break the skin. Isnít that a nice doggy?) And second of all, I donít know for sure it was a pit bull. It looked like a bulldog, but I know bulldogs are gentle animals. So, going on reputation alone, Iím saying pit bull.
Hereís how it happened. I was leaving the post office and walking down the street toward where my car was parked. A man was walking this rather large dog on the same sidewalk. I moved toward the curb, because the dog was on a leash on the inside. As we passed each other, the dog leapt in front of its master and came straight at me, jaws to wrist.
The guy pulled the dog away before it had a chance to eat me, and I kept walking, a little slower and a little more wobbly now. I stopped and turned around, and the man looked at me and said, ďSorry.Ē I gave him a wave and walked away, as he tried to reason with the dog. ďYou know youíre not supposed to do that!Ē I heard him say. Well, thatís comforting.
It wasnít until I was completely away from the incident that it hit me how close I might have come to being maimed for life. Maybe I never was in any real danger, because maybe the dog was trained not to bite down on human flesh, but I donít know that for sure. It happened so fast that I was too stunned to react at the time, but the further away from it I got, the more frightened I became. And the more I wished Iíd told the guy to keep his dog off the street without a muzzle.
There are probably a dozen other things I should have done at the time as well, but I donít even want to think about that now. I made it through the day in a perfect daze, but at least I made it through. Iím better tonight than I was all day, and I think Iíll be over it by tomorrow, and ready to grab the new day by the wrist with my own steely jaw. Or not.