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Sunday, January 9, 2011

Knucklehead's Blog-Off Week One: The Black Beast

(As I mentioned last week, "Sundays in My Neck of the Woods" is on hiatus while I participate in Knucklenead's Blog-Off. After reading my entry, please click on the link to Knucklehead's site to read the other entries and vote for your favorite.)

Often during the summer when I was about 13, I would ride my bike up the road to my brother’s house in the late afternoon to visit. Sometimes it would be dark by the time I rode home, but there was hardly any traffic back then (remember, I’m old; probably not that many people had cars!), so it was still safe to ride my bike that distance in the dark. Well, mostly safe.

My neighbors, the Vincents, had a large, black, ferocious-looking Great Dane. I was less than 5 ft. tall, so when standing opposite Sember (the beast’s name), our eyes were about the same level. More than once, when I would ride my bike up the road past the neighbor’s house, Sember (not to be confused with Simba, that sweet little lion cub in the Lion King) would be crouched down in the ditch, hiding. When I reached his hiding place, he would spring up and grab my arm with his enormous jaw. He wouldn’t bite, he would just hold on for a minute or two. When I complained to Mrs. Vincent, she said, “Oh, he’s just playing with you. Just tell him to go home, and he’ll leave you alone.”

It usually worked, but it didn’t change the fact that I was terrified of him, and one night his game nearly made me an early candidate for Depends! There were no street lights in the country, and Sember, being as black as night, was invisible in the dark. As I rode home from my brother’s, I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him. He wore a choke collar that jingled as he trotted along behind me on my bike.

“Go home Sember,” I shouted with false bravado. The “jingle, jingle” sped up and faded away as he obeyed, but a few minutes later, there it was again. “Jingle, jingle.” This time it was closer. My heart was pounding as I pedaled faster. “Jingle, Jingle.”

“Sember, go home, “I shouted once again; again the jingle faded as he backed off. The distance between my brother’s house and mine wasn’t even a quarter of a mile, but it seemed to take forever as the same scenario repeated itself. Beads of perspiration dripped down my face and my knees shook as I pedaled. Again, but with less conviction, I croaked, “Go home, Sember!” The jingling stopped, but it didn’t fade away. I knew he was still there, biding his time, so to speak. Probably he smelled my fear!

I turned into our driveway, quickly parked my bike and ran into the house. I switched on the outside light, looked out the window, and there he was, standing on the walkway, about 12 feet from the door. Furious, I grabbed the first thing I saw, which happened to be a hard rubber coaster, the kind you put under a bed leg to keep it from damaging your rugs. It was about 3 inches in diameter and an inch and a half thick. I opened the door and heaved the coaster at him. He stood looking at me, then at the coaster which had landed next to him. In one motion, he scooped the thing up in his mouth and swallowed it. Then he turned to me with a look that said, “Is that all you’ve got?”

I closed the door quickly and locked it; I wouldn’t have been at all surprised if that black beast from hell could turn door knobs and open doors! He finally did an about face and trotted back towards his home.

Sember was never seen again after that. I don’t know if Mrs. Vincent heard me yelling at him in the dark and decided to keep him in the house, or if he died because his digestive system couldn’t handle that rubber coaster! Needless to say, I didn’t miss him. The Vincents moved away a short time later, so the disappearance of Sember remains a mystery to this day.



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23 comments:

Brian Miller said...

yikes. i got chased up a tree once by a doberman and he laid under the tree for hours...

Boom Boom Larew said...

Dang! I'd hate being a chew toy for a big dog, too.

Go home, Sember! Go home!

Joanie said...

Big dogs scare the crap out of me!

Quirkyloon said...

Aye, ye are a mean lassie!

Poor Sember. Yes, my sympathy goes to the dog!

hee hee

DJan said...

Oh, well told story, Eva! I don't like that dog either and I never met him, never will, except through your story.

Chris@Knucklehead! said...

I'm guessing that Sember suffered a massive "blockage" leading to his well-earned early demise.

Good luck in the voting, Eva!

Claudia said...

i used to run a lot and then dogs can be quite terrifying... glad you managed to get home safely..this was quite the childhood adventure, wasn't it..?

vickilikesfrogs said...

*gasp* You killed him!!! Good for YOU, Eva!

Fred Miller said...

Dogs tend to eat first, decide if it's edible later.

Clipped Wings said...

Wow!!! What a nice, scary, entertaining story. I like this very much.

Junk Drawer Kathy said...

I'm scared to death of large dogs, especially those chasing me. I wouldn't have thrown a coaster at him. It would have been something on the order of a microwave or a coffee table.

natalee said...

AHHHHH I hate big dogs

Joanna Jenkins said...

Being chased by a dog is not fun. I'm afraid I'd have taken the long way home to avoid the monster. Yikes.
Have a great week, jj

injaynesworld said...

You poor kid. I could feel your terror and although I know it was wrong, I laughed. ;)

Glad you got rid of that beast.

Pat said...

Sember would have scared the bejesus out of me, too! But I sure hope you didn't kill the poor thing with that coaster clogging up his system!

tattytiara said...

Ho boy, that sounds like one hell of a dog!

Homemaker Man said...

I thought I had some skeletons in my closet. You fed a dog a chunk of hard rubber! Can't say as I blame ya though. I got chased a couple times. I just cried.

Pastor Sharon said...

Good grief! I remember getting chased by a German Shepherd every time I went outside when I was about five years old!

That old dog didn't belong to anybody. But he was always out lurking and looking for a bite to eat. I think he thought I was a chicken nugget or something.

tsonodablog said...

Sounds scary! But poor doggy. He just wanted some love. (or a meaty leg bone)
I'm sure glad he was the one who came up missing and not you!

Fun story! I'm thinking you are a contender!

Terri

Eva Gallant said...

vicki: It wasn't deliberate, if that's what happened. I didn't know he'd eat the damned coaster!

Fred: I did not know that at the time. I just wanted to scare him off my walkway!

Clipped: Glad you liked it; don't forget to go to Knucklehead's blog and vote for your favorite entry.

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

Good post, Eva!

I got jumped by a St. Bernard once when I was out riding. Bit right through my sweats and broke the flesh. When I threatened to beat the dog with my bike pump, the owners started laughing and called him away. I didn't have a rubber disk to feed it, unfortunately, but I did call animal control. At my request, they impounded the dog for two weeks to do rabies testing, which cost the owner about $250. I'll bet that took the smiles right off their faces.

cardiogirl said...

I am terrified of large dogs so I have to say I'm very pleased that Sember is no longer running about the streets of yore.

Eva Gallant said...

Cardiogirl: You're welcome! lol