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B Words



For our Stream of Consciousness Saturday post, Linda gave us a list of B words: “bat, bet, bit, bot, but,” with instructions to use one or all in our SoC post.  What? Bibbity Bobbity Boo! Nothing jumped out at me, but here goes. (I had to look up bot, which seems to be a computer thing, so I don’t want to use that. I’m low tech, especially when it comes to terms. Though I do like writing with a computer.)

I got bit by a bitch once. By bitch, I mean a female dog. Not just any female dog, but Doodle, our problem child. She’s a Treeing Walker Coon Hound, or something like that, rescued from the streets of starvation by my husband before we were reunited. He said he could see not just her rib bones, but the bones of her pelvis, when she came to him. As a result, she is a survivalist and food aggressive.

Not long after Doodle and the two other step dogs came to live at my house, our house, there were fights. I won’t go into the hairy details, but my daughter’s terrier/beagle mix, formerly the alpha dog, had to learn to submit. One day I was home sick with a bad cold, and heard the dogs in a frenzy at the back fence, barking at the neighbor dogs. I stumbled outside and saw Doodle going after the terrier. (Sometimes dogs do crazy things when they get into a frenzy.) So crazy me, I grabbed Doodle’s collar thinking I’d drag her back into the house. Doodle then turned her head, and blinded by her survival/frenzy brain, chomped down on my arm. The pressure was intense.

I’d like to say I didn’t bat an eye, but I let go instinctively, and when it started to dawn on me  what happened, that I’d been badly bitten, I sort of sat/fell down, feeling dizzy, and yelled for my daughter who came and grabbed Doodle and took her into the house. Who knew my daughter had that kind of strength? At age 19 she was stronger than me. Physically stronger, on that particular day, because I was sick.

Well, by the time we got to the urgent care place, I was feeling a little bit shocky, like I might faint. Funny I didn’t feel shocky until then, though my husband might say I was bit hysterical, crying about not wanting Doodle to get in trouble. When the shocky feeling wore off, and I was getting 7 stitches in my arm, I noticed I didn’t feel the stuffy head cold symptoms. The doctor said it was the adrenaline. The cold symptoms came back about an hour later.

The doctor said he had to call animal control, and I was very worried Doodle would have to go to jail, because we couldn’t get documentation of the rabies shot she had in Connecticut before she moved south. Thankfully, we were able to talk the animal control people into letting Doodle do ten days of house arrest with random checks by the officers. That was a relief! I hated the thought of Doodle having to do time in a strange place because I made the mistake of reaching into a dog fight.

I bet some of you are thinking we should have gotten rid of Doodle. But no, we didn’t, because she’s  family. Doodle  just needs lots of structure. She can be  a sweet girl, and being the youngest of our pack, might end up being an only dog some day which will make her very happy.

I just have to show you Doodle:

Dave scratching Doodle's chin

If you’d like to participate in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt and post, visit

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments, for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. Have fun!

Author: JoAnna

An open minded, tree-hugging Jesus follower, former counselor, and life-long lover of animals, I'm returning to my creative roots and have published my first book: Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again as well as the short version: From Loneliness to Love.

5 thoughts on “B Words

  1. Animals do get aggressive when they’re worked up like that. My cat used to get pretty crazed if she saw another cat through our patio door. I was bitten in the leg by a dog when I unwittingly got in between two dogs who were barking at each other. Luckily I had slacks on but I had a permanent dent in my leg for years.

  2. Wow! It’s scary when a beloved animal turns on you, even when you know it’s simply instinct and not their fault. I’m glad you made it through okay – all of you. She’s a very cute dog!
    Thanks for sharing your story, JoAnne. 🙂

  3. This post was so sweet. I love how you understood what had happened and wanted to protect and keep Doodle when, as you said, so many others would not have had such an understanding reaction. I’m so glad it all worked out!

  4. Thanks for the link 😉

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