This morning I went for my usual run out by Snob Hill. The other day I noticed a feral pit bull behind a fence, and although it barked it’s freakin’ head off, it just ran along the fence hating me. Today, as I passed a house that I actually looked at when looking to buy, a black chow started freaking out at me. Quickly I saw that it was tied up and exhaled a pant of relief.
You see, I hate dogs. I really, really hate big dogs (which to me, big starts at medium). I fear their slobbery, gruesome mouths and unpredictable nature which I read about in newspapers. Pitbulls mauling swing seats and little children. Freaky. When I was engaged to Festino, he had an overgrown husky named Princess who was a bit jealous of me. She sunk her teeth into me one evening, and although the puncture I suffered ranked low on the dog mauling scale, my feelings towards these so-called domesticated beasts changed forever.
So anyway, I did the first stretch of my run, past the pitbull house with no incident, looped around and was on my way home. I have no idea what I was thinking about, but let me tell you, I swear to never think about it again. I heard this terrible barking and turned to see that the pitbull house’s gate was wide open. And the pitbull was totally charging me, teeth snarling. My eyes opened wide and my heart sank. I really felt like intense pain was about to come my way. Forget natural childbirth. This would be the real deal.
It’ August in Florida so I was running with a bare mid-riff and I really couldn’t handle watching this beast sink it’s jaws into my exposed flesh. Immediately I screamed, “Whaaaaa!” I was beyond scared and freaked out. I turned away as the dog got really, really, REALLY close and screamed out in the loudest, most primal yelp I could muster, “Krishna! Please help me Krishna!!!” And with the utterance of the Lord’s transcen-freakin’-dental name, this crazy dog went back inside the fenced yard, running back and forth barking at me.
My wavering faith in Krishna was fully re-affirmed.
I stood there a few seconds, unsure what to do. Was this dog going to charge me again? Thankfully, it didn’t. I waited for someone to come outside apologizing to me for having their dog scare the crap out of me, but that didn’t happen either. I slowly walked away and when I got a few houses down began my run again. I ran all the way home, not checking my watch, not thinking about how boring running is. Nothing. Just totally freaked out and thinking how Krishna is my best friend.
As soon as I got home I told my husband and kids. I knew my son would love this story and I was right. I know I will have to tell it over and over again during the next few months. My husband was pretty impressed by God’s grace. I asked him if he thought the dog was trained to just come out and freak out people and he said he didn’t think so. But he did say that often they just like to scare people. Nevertheless, this was a full on pitbull and whatever the reason for this dog not mauling me, I am more than happy to give Krishna His due credit.
And I am so happy I was able to call out to Krishna during this dog freak out. It is a real fear of mine–going voiceless in the face of terror. When I was 19, I went to see Like Water for Chocolate at Dupont Circle in DC with my friend Emily. As we were walking back to our car, which was parked towards Adams Morgan, two huge guys attacked us with bricks, impaling me in the back of the head and completely bashing one side of Emily’s face. She looked horrible and neither of us were sure if her eye was still in her head (it was). As it happened the world went quiet and slow motion on me. I remember the stunned face of a gayish looking man pedaling by on his bicycle. I remember the drugged out look in the attackers eyes, stealth and wild. And I remember loosing my voice–opening my mouth to scream and only the mousiest sound coming forth.
“Whaaaa! Krishna, please help me Krishna!!!!”
Not only did He turn that dog away but he gave me the ability to call out to Him. God is so good.