“What do you know about what's in people's hearts? A lot of people seem nice to dogs on the outside but they're actually a dog fight breeder. She could be saying this because a lot of people have caught her. Moreover, this is a terrier, they are used a lot in dog fighting.”
As I looked at several ‘morally-good-people attempting to block my way, I took a big stone. I gripped the stone tightly, intending to strike the dog directly, smashing it to death. But just as I lifted my hand, someone grabbed it firmly, stopping me in my tracks.
“Harper, are you crazy?”
The news traveled fast. Dale, who was playing chess in the next unit, came over as soon as he heard that his wife was beating a dog in the parking lot. He came with Eileen in tow. Eileen was beautifully dressed and put on a beautiful make-up. When she saw her lovely dog cowering in the corner of the park, she covered her mouth with her shiny nails.
“Oh my God, what happened to Rex? Why’s he drooling? What have you done to him?” She shot me a fierce glare before rushing to hug the dog. The moment her hand made contact with Rex, he bit down hard, causing her hand to bleed profusely.
Dale grabbed a tissue to gently wipe her wound, while concerned onlookers urged him to take her to the hospital.
“Your wife said that this dog has rabies. You should take her to hospital to get an anti-rabies shot,” someone insisted.
“Bullshit. How could a domestic dog have rabies?” Dale retorted.
Eileen winced in pain as she clutched her bitten hand, frustration evident in her curses directed at the well-intentioned crowd. Ignoring her discomfort, she bravely attempted to approach the frightened dog once more, hoping to reassure it and calm its fears. However, Dale intervened swiftly, his grip firm as he pulled her back, concerned for both her safety and the dog's agitation.
“Rex looks freak out. Let’s give him a break.” He said softly, “Go to the hospital. I’ll be waiting here so no one would touch him.”
Dale glared at me as if he wanted to strangle me. Meanwhile, Eileen wept in anguish. Dale frowned, unable to comprehend why I had persuaded him to retrieve the dog with gentle words, only for things to end up like this. He was now focused on resolving the issue.