This is a true story which took place on my Dad’s property when Dad was 85 years old. My now “90 year old” Dad fought off an American Bull dog that jumped into the air and bit me on the left side of my face.
In happened in 2005 after my Dad, my son and his daughter came home from a walk in the park. My Dad and I decided to go around the house to enter from the back yard where the broom was located. We were planning on using the broom to get the dirt off our shoes.
As we were walking around the side of the house, my Dad’s neighbor’s American bull dog started barking fiercely. He then proceeded to open the gate to their fenced in yard with his snout and lunged onto my Dad’s property. He jumped into the air and bit me on left side of my face, very close to my eye. After he lost his balance, he let go of me, got hold of my Dad’s arm and would not let go. My Dad proceeded to hit the dog repeatedly on the head until it finally loosened its grip. My son came around the side of the house when he heard our screams and started to lunge at the dog. He was ready to take action to subdue the dog. However, after hearing our cries for help, the neighbor came out and got his dog to release its grip.
After the attack, my son helped my Dad inside the house so that I could call the Ambulance. We we all afraid that Dad would have a heart attack due to his age. Dad surprised us all with his bravery!
This neighbor had been forewarned by my Dad that the latch to the gate was broken and needed to be fixed. However, the neighbor did not take heed to this warning! After the attack this same neighbor admitted that he used to train pit bull dogs to attack chickens. I guess with my blond hair I must have looked like a big chicken to that dog!
Dad was very brave about his injuries and joked around in the ambulance and at the hospital amusing the nurses and doctors. They had to put several stitches in his arm and administer an antibiotic drip to ward off infection.
Dad always looks on the bright side not matter what. He kept me looking on the bright side too. Although my face swelled up quite a bit and my eye turned black, I was thankful that I was not hurt worse. I do have permanent scars on my face, but, I am thankful that my grand daughter was not attacked because her throat would have been well within the dogs reach. I am also thankful that my son had the foresight to get her into the house as soon as he heard our screams.
An interesting note is that for 15 years I lived in a neighborhood that to most people was considered “dangerous” due to the fact that it is economically depressed. There have been sited about 6 pit bull dogs in a two block radios. However, even though I took frequent walks with my dog, I never had any problem with the dogs in that “dangerous” neighborhood. I have even taken in a few strays and petted the neighbor’s dogs without any fear whatsoever! The irony is that my Dad’s neighborhood is what one would consider affluent and that is where the attack occurred. This further reinforces my belief that God is in control no matter where we live.