Personal Narrative: An Interview With A Dog

This is my story when I got attacked by a dog when I was five or six. In this story I’ll tell you of how I had to get six to seven stiches and where the tore the side of my face open at and finally I will tell you how I took showers and how I had to take care of myself. The story starts off in my old town of Lawrence Massachusetts. Lawrence was a very populated with gangs and just horrible people. It was not a place to raise a kid that was under four years old because of the kind of people in the school and all of the gangs and the gang members trying to talk the kids into giving them money and where they lived so they can rob the house. So me as a kid I only went to school and came right back home and styed either in my backyard or inside …show more content…
My sisters and brothers did not really care about the dog being there I was the only one because the dog was half the size of me and they said it was just wondering around and I did not want to get hurt because I don’t know this dog I never even seen it before and it looked like it was five years old with a mean face so I always kept my distance away from the dog. I did not know what it was capable of until my mother one day told me to go and feed the dog I didn’t want to so I made excuses and said I was busy or I had to do homework witch the homework part didn’t work because I was in kindergarten and I always said I had to read for the class I always made something up until I ran out of excuses that night I heard the dog walking out side of my room and scratching on the door. My brother walked over and opened the door for the dog and the dog walked and claimed to my brothers bed and in the middle of the night I woke up to my bed sinking and I looked at my feet and I seen the massive dog laying down at the foot of my bed and I thought to myself “Okay well this is not that bad.” So I went back to bed and the next morning I woke up and seen …show more content…
My dad walked in the door at the perfect timing picking the dog up and pushing the dog off of me and I felt the skin rip off of my face and the pain and all of the blood when I stood up and seen all of the blood on the floor and on my face and I looked over at my mother and seen her standing in the other room looking at me as if she had nothing to do with it I looked at her with tears in my eyes and said “You did this to me if you didn’t make me feed the dog this never would of happened.” Once I said that my dad threw a coat on me and he put a towel in the back seat and told me to hold on it felt like he was going 100 miles an hour on the highway. Before I knew it we were at the hospital I was in luck the hospital had one more bed open and they gave it to me because of all of the blood I was losing. The nurses came in with bags of blood for me to get blood in me and they put gauze over my face for a week or two then they took off the gauze and they closed up the big gashes in my face with six or seven stitches. After they put the stitches in the doctor looked at me and told me I was lucky to still have my right eye and said the dog could have