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Jul. 30th, 2010 02:43 pm First thought: Oh God, those poor people, oh hell, how could I have not noticed it happening.
Second thought: You did well under pressure, wasn't even your fucking fault, if they'd actually taught that beast how to live properly.
Third thought: There is a blood splatter that reaches from your wrist, up your elbow, across your shirt, from your jaw to your hairline. It looks like when you have those paint sets for little kids with those black, stiff, brushes and you dip it into a water colour and just spray it, and oh! Not red anymore but more of a plum colour and some are turning orange.
Fourth thought: more of a whimpering shriek.
Deity, I'm shaking and shaking hard.
My summer job is dogwalking. I walk a pair of dogs together; a whippet and a huge German Shepherd whose head comes up to the small of my back; I'm 5'7 so that is a big dog. Today the German shepherd grabbed the whippets ear and bit, when I was a few meters away in the overgrown grass field. Didn't notice until the whippet, who hadn't made a sound, ran up to me with her side streaked in blood. I swear, I think my blood turned to ice.
Ran back to the house, whippet lolloping beside me, German shepherd following, shut the shepherd into his outside run then checked the whippet all over whilst shaking like I had been in snow in a swimsuit.
Whippet was fine but for the ear, which wasn't too deep, just had bled a lot. Talked to the next door neighbour of the owner, rang the owners and cleaned up the whippet. Everythings fine.
Except I had to walk home streaked in blood and flecks of blood.
Second thought: You did well under pressure, wasn't even your fucking fault, if they'd actually taught that beast how to live properly.
Third thought: There is a blood splatter that reaches from your wrist, up your elbow, across your shirt, from your jaw to your hairline. It looks like when you have those paint sets for little kids with those black, stiff, brushes and you dip it into a water colour and just spray it, and oh! Not red anymore but more of a plum colour and some are turning orange.
Fourth thought: more of a whimpering shriek.
Deity, I'm shaking and shaking hard.
My summer job is dogwalking. I walk a pair of dogs together; a whippet and a huge German Shepherd whose head comes up to the small of my back; I'm 5'7 so that is a big dog. Today the German shepherd grabbed the whippets ear and bit, when I was a few meters away in the overgrown grass field. Didn't notice until the whippet, who hadn't made a sound, ran up to me with her side streaked in blood. I swear, I think my blood turned to ice.
Ran back to the house, whippet lolloping beside me, German shepherd following, shut the shepherd into his outside run then checked the whippet all over whilst shaking like I had been in snow in a swimsuit.
Whippet was fine but for the ear, which wasn't too deep, just had bled a lot. Talked to the next door neighbour of the owner, rang the owners and cleaned up the whippet. Everythings fine.
Except I had to walk home streaked in blood and flecks of blood.
