loosing face
my daughters went running and just as i was about to say how was the run. one of them tells me that she was bitten by the dog down the street.
my feelings are mixed, i'm angry, i'm concerned. Luckily the skin wasn't broken and she just has to live with the bruising on her leg. i called 911, as you expect to speak to someone as soon as the first ring, i'm shocked by the continuous ringing.
helloooooooo, isn't anyone working today, i mean after all it is 911. i'm glad she didn't get run over, hit by a bus, or worse in this neighborhood get shot. finally the dispatcher picks up and now i'm at a loss for words.
i've lost my temper, my peace of mind. i ask what is the procedure to report the dog, i'm given it, i'm happy about the answer. i relay it to everyone waiting for an answer and they are appalled that i would take such a lax action.
but really what good is it going to do for me to go and yell at my neighbors, look stupid because i don't speak any spanish and end up coming home really pissed off.
i'll wait til tomorrow to file my report with the humane society, walk down there and try and find someone to translate for me, if they even knew there dog got out and bit my daughter and make them aware that they've been reported.


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