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OnyxCougar · 04-29-2004, 11:17 PM

One of my parent's friends had a black labrador retreiver. I was about 6 years old and sitting out in the backyard of these people's house, out by the pool. I was the only child there, and had spent many hours with the dog as my only companion.

The guy had barbequed, so I was out in the backyard by the pool, eating my ribs and burnt corn, and the dog came up and sat beside me patiently.

I finished my dinner and wiped my hands and reached down to pet the dog. It laid down on it's back, wanting a belly rub.

I reached further down, leaning over to rub his belly when he shot up and bit me in the head.

Thank God for reflex. I turned my head away (to the left) and pulled back, but not before he had gotten ahold of me. I screamed, parents came running, and things get a little fuzzy. I can remember my mother trying hard to stay calm. I was pretty calm, but shook up.

Then my mother took me into the bathroom (to clean the blood up). Problem was the bathroom wall was a mirror. I remember seeing a LOT of blood, and that's when I freaked.

Another friend of the family (who I'd known my whole life) (Billy Joe) grabbed a towel, and picked me up, got in the back seat, laid me down and applied pressure on to my head as my dad drove me to the hospital. Billy Joe gave me a piece of gum if I promised I wouldn't stop chewing it (he was trying to get me to stop screaming). I promised and that kept me occupied for the next hour or so as I was whisked into the emergency room.

I got very sleepy, and the nurse tried to take my temp, but I refused to spit out the gum. I fended off three nurses. One of them got a clue and got Billy Joe, who promised I could have another piece later.

Next thing I remember is layin on the table, waking up, and they were putting the last of 176 stitches in. I went back to sleep and went home and that was that.

I later found out that the doctor told my mother that had I not been as quick as I was, I would have lost my right eye to the dog's lower right canine. As it was, he half-scalped me. I guess he bit in and when I pulled back, part of my scalp tore away in his mouth. The arrival of the parents had scared the dog into "dropping" my scalp, and Billy Joe's quick thinking with the pressure and the towel pretty much saved the day.

I'm a cat person now.

04-29-2004, 11:17 PM	#5
OnyxCougar Junior Master Dwellar Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Kingdom of Atlantia Posts: 2,979	One of my parent's friends had a black labrador retreiver. I was about 6 years old and sitting out in the backyard of these people's house, out by the pool. I was the only child there, and had spent many hours with the dog as my only companion. The guy had barbequed, so I was out in the backyard by the pool, eating my ribs and burnt corn, and the dog came up and sat beside me patiently. I finished my dinner and wiped my hands and reached down to pet the dog. It laid down on it's back, wanting a belly rub. I reached further down, leaning over to rub his belly when he shot up and bit me in the head. Thank God for reflex. I turned my head away (to the left) and pulled back, but not before he had gotten ahold of me. I screamed, parents came running, and things get a little fuzzy. I can remember my mother trying hard to stay calm. I was pretty calm, but shook up. Then my mother took me into the bathroom (to clean the blood up). Problem was the bathroom wall was a mirror. I remember seeing a LOT of blood, and that's when I freaked. Another friend of the family (who I'd known my whole life) (Billy Joe) grabbed a towel, and picked me up, got in the back seat, laid me down and applied pressure on to my head as my dad drove me to the hospital. Billy Joe gave me a piece of gum if I promised I wouldn't stop chewing it (he was trying to get me to stop screaming). I promised and that kept me occupied for the next hour or so as I was whisked into the emergency room. I got very sleepy, and the nurse tried to take my temp, but I refused to spit out the gum. I fended off three nurses. One of them got a clue and got Billy Joe, who promised I could have another piece later. Next thing I remember is layin on the table, waking up, and they were putting the last of 176 stitches in. I went back to sleep and went home and that was that. I later found out that the doctor told my mother that had I not been as quick as I was, I would have lost my right eye to the dog's lower right canine. As it was, he half-scalped me. I guess he bit in and when I pulled back, part of my scalp tore away in his mouth. The arrival of the parents had scared the dog into "dropping" my scalp, and Billy Joe's quick thinking with the pressure and the towel pretty much saved the day. I'm a cat person now.