Just when I was making progress to be around dogs, I nearly was attacked by a Great Dane yesterday while taking out the garbage.
Our neighbor, an elderly man, was out walking his dog (which is as big as a pony) he had a chain type of leash. I greeted him by saying, "Hi George, I am not going to cross the street to give you a kiss (We give a kiss on both cheeks when we greet someone we know in France) because I am afraid of dogs, especially yours because he is so big." I smiled and added, "How was your Christmas?" He nodded, "Did you have an incident when you were young?" I replied, "Yes, but nothing equal to the fear I feel when I am around dogs. But I am making progress." He offered as all dog owners do when I say I am afraid of dogs, "He is nice, he won't hurt you." I smiled and asked, "How old is he, he must eat a lot of food!" In my thoughts I was going over everything you, my readers, have told me about being around dogs, I put my hands by my side, I did not make eye contact, I moved slowly, I kept my voice even when I was speaking, and I keep saying to myself while smiling, "It is a nice dog, big, but nice and I am safe and it is on a chain, and…" just then the dog vaulted in a massive leap across the street towards me. I froze. My neighbor held the leash but the dog was too strong and he wasn't prepared for the sudden movement. He fell and hit his head on the curb though he did not let go of the leash, the dog pulled him a bit but with my friend's dead weight the dog could not move any further.
The dog did not seem mad, he definitely wanted to greet me with a big hello that would have toppled me. Or at least that is what I keep telling myself instead of what I felt was happening, "That dog is having me for dinner."
My friend was on the ground, he had a hard time getting up, his glasses were broken and he reprimanded his dog. I was frozen with fear, my heart was beating fast I wanted to help my friend, to lend a hand but I could not move from fear of the dog. I felt awful. I am a helpful person and I wanted to help my friend but I could not no matter what my body would not respond to my heart's desire to help.
I asked him if he was hurt and he said no. He got up, pulled his dog close and limped to the other side of the street. I told him I was sorry, and that I wish I could lend a hand but I was too afraid. He held his dog tightly, told me not to worry as I walked ahead of him to my home. As soon as I was inside I had to sit down. I didn't know what felt worse, my fear or that I could not help my friend when he fell. It was a shocking reality to know that I choose my own perceived safety over helping my friend.
When Yann came home soon after I told him what happened, and asked him to go check on our neighbor to be sure he was okay.
Our neighbor was fine. The dog was fine and I am okay. Though I am just a little bit more aware that a big dog vaulting does not mean it is mad, just overly friendly. Though there is no way I am ever going to pet that dog. Yesterday was scary, but I won't let this incident add to my fear. I am making progress just saying that. Whew!
Now I have to accept my actions and that part is bothersome.
Fear prevented me from helping my friend, I need to learn to feel comfortable around dogs for the sake of others. I thought my fear was just about me, it couldn't bring harm to anyone, it just prevented me from getting involved… but now I see it as all together differently. Fear is a block and blocks can get in the way of being with others especially those in need be it fear of dogs or fear of something else.
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