Memory+-+Dog+Attack

=Dog Attack = = =  The morning was clear - the sun was shining, outlining puffed up clouds with orange and silver, and quickly vaporizing the dew on the moist plants. Two children walked, hand in hand, across a fifty-meter wide field, apparently heading to the house opposite the empty grounds. The little girl waved to her aunt, who stood at the gate of a house that looked exactly like the one across the field. The brother walked faster, anxious to get to the other side. The brother and sister sped up and then eventually broke out into a race, laughing and shouting, unable to conceal their excitement. The brother was a thin, short boy, around 7 years old. The girl was small and plump - she looked to be about 4 years old. They were going to see their neighbor - a family friend, Tia.

Tia was a shy, quiet girl who lived in a family of seven. They owned a large house, big cars, and two dogs - a Pomeranian, and a Rottweiler. The small children reached the house, panting. The brother pushed the gate open, and then squealed at loud noise of its creaking. He pulled his sister alongside him, but the family was nowhere in sight - probably inside the house, he guessed. Yes, he could hear the TV blaring. Just as the small boy was opening his mouth to callout something, a black-and-brown streak zoomed cross the short veranda and pushed the boy onto the ground.

It was the Rottweiler, snarling deadly. Behind it, a smaller dog, the Pomeranian, appeared, barking so shrilly that possibly only bats could hear it. The Rottweiler had broken free of its thick, restrain-chain, and charged himself onto the boy. Probably because the small boy and girl also owned a dog - a German Sheppard. The smell lingered on the boy, causing distress to the other dog. No, "distress" was an understatement - the dog barked so loudly over the boy, that he had him cowering in a corner with his hands over his ears.

The Rottweiler had jumped on top of the small boy. He was on all fours, pinning the boy down under his heavy body. The smaller dog had run to the girl, barking at her. She backed away, then slipped and fell into a mud puddle. The dog did nothing but bark at her, but she had no interest for anything except her brother.

She gazed at him in horror, watching as the large dog mauled him. He bit and scratched at every bit of open skin that the brother exposed - and this happened to be a very bad day because the boy had decided to wear shorts and a sleeveless shirt. The ferocious dog attacked and assaulted him, mad with anger at the helplessness of the brother. Soon enough, all the girl saw of her brother was a small, bloody heap, bleeding on the ground. The dog backed off, ready to make the final blow as he prepared to leap on the brother. Even the smaller dog was silent, looking in awe at the black beast.

Just then the front door banged open, and a man burst out. He ran at the dog, bellowing like a wounded bull, and dragged him to the ground, chaining him again. A large woman also ran after him, kicking the Pomeranian back into the house. She was a good shot. The boy, still unrecognizable, cried on the ground. The girl cried with him, then reached out and pulled him to his feet. Together they walked out of the door, not stopped by anybody, for the entire of Tia's family was wrestling the dog back to the ground. The small boy and girl walked slowly back to their own house, silently crying.

Soon enough, their grandfather was visible on their own veranda. He did not see them at first, because he was old and couldnt see very well. At first, he just saw his grandchildren walking hand in hand towards him. As they came closer, he saw what a mess they were. The grandfather rushed to the children, calling the family out. The rest of the day passed in a haze to the small girl. She was conscious enough to know that they were rushed to the hospital. She was safe - just suffering from a bit of after shock. The boy didn't fare very well. He had to get over fourteen shots - if that was possible because there was no skin left on his body that went unblemished. He got over two hundred stitches, and the mother of the boy, carrying the girl, flinched often when she heard her son screaming behind a hospital door.

As the years passed, the signs that the brother was attacked by a mad dog faded, but some marks of the bites still remain. The Rottweiler was taken to an animal shelter and beaten. After it did not die, it was shot and killed. After that, Rottweilers became banned in the community, then spread out to be banned in the whole of India. The boy and girl grew up like all other children in the world. But this one day would remain in the girl's memory forever, no matter how sieve-like her pool of memories became.