Emily and the Dog Bite

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A huge, black dog lunged at Emily, baring its teeth.

She screamed in horror, backing into the wall.

It dived towards her again, this time cornering her and then biting her arm. Blood stained her pink, long-sleeved shirt.

“What happened?” her mother screeched, flying down the front steps of their house.

Emily felt dizzy as she stared at the dark, red blood on her arm, her body shaking with tears. How could Midnight do this to me? she thought. I just wanted to pet her and say goodbye before we left!

Emily’s mom, Jenna pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911 as fast as possible.

She turned to Emily, phone pressed against her cheek. “Honey, I need to know what happened. Tell me what happened.”

Emily’s voice shook as she stuttered, “Midnight bit me.”

It was hard to believe that her own grandparent’s dog had actually bit her.

Just a few weeks before, Emily had been a healthy 10 year-old girl who loved dogs. But now, because of the horrible dog bite, Emily could be very different. She might be terrified of dogs and traumatized for the rest of her life.

After Jenna hung up with the police, it took exactly 7 minutes and 38 seconds for the ambulance to arrive. Emily was quickly ushered to the ER, where she was put into surgery to seal up her wounds.

The next day, she lay in bed, practically motionless. Jenna stroked her daughter’s soft, blonde hair in silence, wishing nothing had ever happened to her little girl.

“Mommy?” Emily whispered.

“What, Sweet Heart?”

“Can we still get a puppy?” she asked.

“You’re not scared of them?”

“No,”

 

Jenna smiled. “Well, what do you think you would name your dog? If you got one, of course.”

Emily paused for a moment, deep in thought. “I’d want it to be unique. Not Buddy or Spot or anything like that. Maybe Harper.”

Jenna nodded and pulled out her phone. “Doesn’t he look like a Harper?” she asked, showing Emily a picture of a beautiful Golden Retriever.

“Uh huh. Is he- Mom, is that my new dog?!” Emily squealed.

Jenna nodded, a big grin on her face. “He’s your very own pet!”

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9 thoughts on “Emily and the Dog Bite

  1. Steve says:

    I wonder if you got any influence for this story from your brother’s experience? Well written and very descriptive I hope you continue to write you really have a great gift in your writing.

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