Disappointing people I care about
When I was like 6 to 12 years old I had a fear of dogs.
There's some storytime involved.
I live very close to my old school, where I spent my school years from 2 to 11 years old. Like it's literally next to my house. 10 second walk to get to the gate from my door. The closest part of the school to our house is the part for kids 2-5 years old.
When I was about 4-5 some old lady who lived in the same street as us and the school had a German shepherd. She decided going to a dog park took effort so she went to the school and let her dog shit in the sandpit. And she didn't even clean it up because she's a cunt so the kids would dig a hole in the sand the next day and find dogshit.
Btw the actual dog park was a 5 minute walk past the school/her house.
My dad is the type of person who will go to the end of the world when someone does something that treats others unfairly in any way. So he started taking photos of the dogshit/paw prints in the sand. We lived close so it was easy for him to go on a daily walk and take pictures if she'd been there that day.
My dad was friends with the school's headmaster who agreed to take the pictures to the police.
The police couldn't do much aside from asking her not to do it anymore or something? (If they even did that. Was like 17 years ago so don't remember that well anymore)
She just keeps doing it. The school's playground is accessible to everyone so they can't stop her.
One day my dad has enough. At this point he knew the approximate hour she'd take her dog to the playground and my dad was just going to get pictures of her in the act to go to the police again. I tagged along.
She sees us and starts walking away, heading to the other part of the school for the older kids, further away from us. My dad kinda waited at the playground, having taken the pictures he needed and then told me to go home and tell mom he was going to confront her.
He obviously didn't want me to be there.
15 minutes later he arrives back home with a dog bite on one of his legs. He confronted her and she decided it was best to just order her dog to attack him. Didn't bleed a lot, but it was definitely a pretty deep bite. The wound itself was pretty clean and healed well. The police was contacted, she was never seen on that playground again and kids could play in the sandpit in peace.
The dog wasn't put down because it was only trying to protect its owner. The dog wasn't the issue anyway, the woman was. It was a German shepherd. If it wanted to it could've torn my dad's leg apart, but it didn't.
For the next 6-7 years I had a fear of all dogs. Seeing that dog bite just kinda changed how I looked at dogs.
I'd tense up and start crying whenever a dog even got close to me. Even if I walked past one on the street.
I got over it eventually after being in contact with cool dogs on a daily basis. Shoutout to my friend's dog who I went to school with every day for helping me with that.
The old woman is still alive and still lives in the same house a 30 second walk away from us. Always gives me a smile when I walk past her. I never smile back. Don't think she knows I'm the kid from that day though
Oh yea I'm pretty certain my dad also took pictures right before the dog attacked him. You can see the woman standing about 20 meters away next to the dog with the leash in her hands.
The next picture is taken 5 seconds later. The dog is running towards the camera with her in the background still