Monthly Archives: September 2015

My Dog Was Attacked

There’s no point in dressing this up. The other day, John and Dickens were in the Salem Commons, which I have recently informed readers is not a dog park. It is a place where people walk their dogs, but there are clear leash law signs posted at all of the park’s entrances.

John likes to sit with Dickens in the shade when they go to the commons, and I decided to go for a walk down by Collin’s Cove, since the tide was in and the weather was nice and cool. Not more than ten minutes later, I returned to Salem Commons and saw the Salem Emergency Services Sampler parked near the bench where John and Dickens were sitting. (If you ever want to find out how fast your heart can beat, just look at an ambulance, firetruck, and police cruiser parked in an area where you last saw your loved ones.)

John’s shirt was off and there was blood on him. He held Dickens closely to him while an EMT was applying a splint to John’s forefinger. Not far from them, were the owners of the offending dog, being questioned by police.

As it was explained to me, the dog had broken free of its leash and attacked Dickens, biting down on the cockerspaniel’s muzzle. John went to pry the dog’s mouth from our dog, and ended up with a bite that went through his forefinger into the bone. (According to the x-ray later) The dog that attacked had been on and off of its leash for quite a while. I recalled seeing it earlier, getting excited with the presence of other dogs while the owners remained oblivious to their animal.

Dickens is fine, physically. There was no broken skin, no blood, the vet cleared him this morning. John and I are the ones who are worse for wear, as anyone who has had an animal or a child involved in something like this can probably imagine.

John will have to take antibiotics and possibly see a hand specialist. As for myself, I’m just angry at myself for not having been there. Hindsight is twenty twenty, and as always, whenever we go out with Dickens and I see dogs in the park without their leash, I have it in the back of my mind that I will have to get between Dickens and someone else’s animal.

I don’t want to mention what breed of dog attacked Dickens. I don’t want anyone speculating as to which breed of dog this was, because the breed of the dog is not what’s important here. If I call attention to the breed, people will show their usual tenancy of comically missing the point, by calling for a ban of this particular breed of dog. Then breed will be removed, or put down, or owners will be fined, and anyone who does not have that particular breed will still think that it is okay for them to allow their dogs to go off leash.

This is not a post intending to wrongfully malign one breed of dog. I don’t even think this dog was being vicious, as it probably believed it was playing. This post is meant to highlight the main problem I discussed here.

LEASH LAWS are not suggestions. They need to be strictly enforced, especially in areas where people think that the difference between a park where people walk dogs and a dog park is a matter of semantics.

John has every intention of sending any resulting bills, including the ER and Vet bills, to the owners of the offending dog. Neither of us wants to see this dog hurt or put down because of their owner’s negligence. But we do expect this incident to be treated as seriously as if the worst case scenario had happened.

Because Traditions are Traditions

Traditionally, I have always tried to have at least one post on the first of the month. Call it a tone setter, if you will. But I think of it as no small coincidence that I happened to witness a bit of soap box extremism at the CVS this morning.

There was a customer, a slightly older woman, who was asking for an expert opinion of Five Hour Energy. The cashier was a tall woman who started there fairly recently. I overheard this exchange. This is not verbatim.

Cashier: Five Hour Energy drink is dangerous.

Customer: Oh, is that why it’s behind the counter, because it’s dangerous?

I should note right now that the Five-Hour energy is above the Enfamil. It’s not there because it’s dangerous, it’s there because CVS has problems with shoplifters and Five Hour is

Cashier: Yeah, my sister drank this all day once and it increased her anxiety and made her heart almost pop out of her chest.

Customer: But it has nutrients. That is so misleading.

At this time I was waiting to make my own purchases and doing a phenomenal job of not calling the cashier out on her BS. The customer turned to me and said, “Do you drink this?”

Me: I’d better not throw in an opinion here.

That was this morning. And between the last time I posted and now, there have certainly been things of worth to note, but I have been so focused on writing second book of a series that the primary focus of this particular blog is not the first thing on my mind anymore. That doesn’t mean there won’t be things to complain about, so don’t give up on Confessions. But do be sure to subscribe to my new blog, which I will be starting sometime in December called, “The Salem Author from Bennington.”

And between now and then, go to to download a sample chapter of Survive by the Sword. You can also go to Barnes and, or Inktera. Buy the full copy and review and rate me, so that I have more incentive to focus on writing fiction, instead of complaining about the real life failures of humanity.