When I was a little kid, probably less than four years old–definitely before I started school–some things happened, incidents that defined who I was for decades to come.
The first one looked a little like this:
My neighbour’s dog. Big. Bigger than me. Brown and black, like a huntsman spider, with teeth almost longer than my fingers. Rumoured to be hungry. Rumoured, even, to be hungry for little children! I only saw him a few times, but those times…those teeth…were enough.
The second one was more than a rumour. The second one had a name. It’s name was Snuff, and he was black as night, with a nose pushed back into his skull as if he’d spent his life ramming his snout into the doors of terrified children.
He also had teeth. And legs…long legs, that put his funny squished snout and razor teeth right in line with my chest, long legs that could run faster than my little four-year-old ones, legs that carried those razor teeth almost right up to me, and I just managed to make it inside my front door, screaming, before he tore me to shreds.
I am not joking. My mum looked at him, and she said “Garn!”* in that scary Garning Mummy-voice reserved for scary dogs, and he garned back over the road again and back to his house.
By the time I started school I knew one thing: Dogs were scary.
(I should tell you: a dog lived at my house too, but she was basically some kind of small golden doormat, and I paid her about as much attention as I paid my dad’s work bag, or the washing machine. Not a cat, therefore not interesting.)
There was a third incident too, about the time I was six years old. It was night, or at least evening, in the Winter dark. My mum was walking a couple of friends and I home, and all of a sudden I heard my friend scream…a dog had bitten her in the dark. A small one, all pointy ears and yap yapping, and…teeth. Dark was not safe. The streets were not safe. Not even Mothers Who Garn could protect us from Dogs With Teeth. The truth was out there.
One thing about me: I’m good at working through fears…or, at least, around them. i learned where all the dogs in my neighbourhood were, and I conscientiously avoided them. I’d hear a bark behind a fence and I’d cross the road. No big deal. See? I’m not afraid of fences that bark, or gates with snarling snouts beneath them, I’m just choosing to change my view. I got me a good Garn voice, and I practiced it, loudly, on all the dogs that would dare enter my presence.
And then we got Teddy.
The thing about having a dog, I’ve discovered, is that they need to be walked. I like this. I love walking. But the thing about walking with a dog is this: they attract other dogs.
Seriously! Streets I have walked in peace for years are now teeming with barks and snuffles and snouts pressed under gates, yips and yaps and teeth…oh the teeth! Not only this, there are dog-walking areas close to us, places where you can take your dog’s leash off and let it have a run around and sniff a few other dog’s butts for a while, while taking in a bit of fresh air and some pleasant scenery. Dogs. Run. At. Me. Here. Big dogs. Black and brown huntsman-spider-coloured dogs. Dogs with teeth. Big dogs, with big teeth, dogs so big that even now they almost come up to my chest…or at least my butt…or…
You know what? I don’t even need to use my Garn voice. I’m not afraid any more.
Yesterday this big dog, this big brown dog with teeth, came right up to me on the path and just stood there, waiting for me to pat it. Just like that. It was smooth-haired, and kind of soft, and it looked up at me with these big happy eyes above it’s teeth, tongue lolling out, just kind of happy to be here, and to be walking, and happy to be patted by me.
I know now that some dogs ARE dangerous, and I need to be careful, and dogs that are allowed by their owners to be off-leash in an area like that probably aren’t. I know now that dogs like to play, and that the vicious snarling black monster that chased me to my front door was possibly only running because I was. I know now that just because I’ve been afraid of something all my life doesn’t mean I need to live my life permanently in fear, but I can follow the example of others, maybe take a few risks, step out a little. Maybe there’s a lot of things I’ve been afraid of that I don’t need to be any more.
Excuse me a minute folks, I’m gonna go Garn me a huntsman spider.
*For anyone without an Aussie accent you may want to translate that as “Go on!”, or perhaps as “Out, vicious snarling dog! Rid the street of thy foul canine presence!”. She didn’t say that though, she said “Garn!”
Great post. A big dog was on a leash nest to our business. As a little boy, he scared me as he lunged at me pulling his chain tight. Once I was not sacred and actually petted him and even sat there with him. Suddenly, fear hit as I thought about what I was doing—not kidding, as the fear came, he started showing his teeth and growling. I lunged out of the way without getting bitten. I never forgot that.
I was more intimidated by gals growing up and that did not leave until I was 74.
Loved your photos and story.
Wow, that’s a fascinating story. I’ve heard that dogs respond to fear (which doesn’t help at all when you’re feeling afraid!). My harmless little cat-dog (as I call him) growled at an Indian lady the other day. I couldn’t believe it! My neighbour told me though that a lot of the migrant children in our neighbourhood (there are a lot of people very new to Australia around here) have never seen dogs, or if they have they were vicious things, not pets. This lady showed no visible reaction to my dog. I wonder what she was feeling inside?
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Thanks Lil! xxx
When I was little I was attacked by a german shepherd. I have no memory of this and I’m so glad because I love my part-german part nut dog so very much.
Wow, you poor thing! I’m glad you have no memory of it too. Heck, I WASN’T attacked, and it left me with a life-long fear!
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I always had big, rowdy dogs growing up, so never really developed a fear of them, but I do use caution around strays. My four-year-old, though, just recently got her first scare from a dog while we were taking a walk in my parents’ neighborhood. A bulldog with a deep voice waited for us to get right by the fence before it started barking. She jumped, then put out both hands and brought them down slowly, saying to the beast, “Easy, easy, easy.” Maybe I’ve got a little dog whisperer on my hands, lol. Good post.
Wow, good on her! I wonder how much she picked up on your lack of fear, and how much is innate? Either way, especially considering my own fears, especially as a small child, I’m very impressed.
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