Stories: Dog Bate
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| Blommenholm, Norge: A Letter Home Dated Sunday, February 3, 1963 said, "I had an experience Friday, which I won’t forget for a long time. The district leader, Elder Bjorn, came to work with us, and I went out with him while Elder Hayes went out with his companion. Friday evening we went out to Slemmestad to talk with one of his investigators, a 13-year-old girl who was tending the children of a member family while they were away. The family had a big German Shepherd dog that had just had eight young ones about a week and a half before that. Elder Bjorn, having been there before, was known to the dog, but I, a complete stranger, was not, and she didn’t take to my presence too well. We removed our coats and hung them up and began to walk into the living room. The dog didn’t like that at all, since her puppies were lying on a quilt in the one corner of the attached dining room. To top things off really nicely, the 4-year-old daughter, who was still up, went over and picked up one of the puppies and brought it over into the living room to show us. This really sent the mamma dog into a fury, and she started snarling, growling, and barking at us. The little girl put the pup down and headed toward Elder Bjorn and me, who, not expecting anything of real danger, had gone behind the coffee table to sit on the couch. The dog came at us like a streak of lightning, but stopped just before she got to me and really was mad. I really didn’t know what to do other than stand there and act like I wasn’t afraid of her. The little puppy, whose eyes were still closed, and who could even hardly do anything, kept sliding inch by inch towards us and up under the table right at our feet; and as it moved nearer, the dog got madder and madder, and nipped me a couple of times on the leg. Elder Bjorn finely got out from behind the table where I was pinned, and we little by little eased ourselves toward the door and out into the entrance hall. We finely made it outside the outside door, and the young girl who was baby tending lured the dog into the bathroom and locked the door on it. She kept barking loudly, and so we then removed her puppies into the master bedroom across the hall and went out and the baby sitter let her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with her puppies. She finally settled down, and we went in and gave the girl a fourth discussion. Boy, I was certainly glad to get out of that house that evening, you can well guess. Quite an experience to the say the least. |
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