It was a rare sunny day27.4.10
For some reason, this event, this firing and Mrs. Bluejay's perplexing behavior made me think of a tramatic childhood event.
We were on Hickam AFB. Larry and I decided to wait in the car because we were tired of being dragged to every Thai social event that my mother chose to participate in. It is extremely boring to sit around and watch a bunch of adults play Gin Rummy or Poker all day. Trust me. As an adult you think, Oh that sounds interesting. But when you're a child you’d rather do your homework or clean your room, at least there is something to do. Plus big people get mighty annoyed of you asking questions all the time about what is going on.
So we waited in the car. We waited in the car many times before and this wasn’t going to be any different. Until a little haole girl showed up. I think she was taunting us. I think she was baiting me because I got out of the car, to confront her (as a good Hawaii kid should do), and as I walked past the neighbor’s house a large rabid dog came leaping out and on to my back. I was probably 11 or 12 years old which made Larry around 7 or 8.
Suddenly my face was planted on to the pavement and the dog was on top of me. I’m screaming and crying, who knows for how long, seconds, minutes, hours. When a miracle occurred. A mailman ran from across the street and chased the dog off. My mom and her friends come pouring out of the house to see what happened after the mailman knocked on the door to find a parental figure. Later we’re at the police station where I give my “report” and they check me for bite marks. Then we return to the house where it all went down. I was confused and traumatized.
And I had no idea what was going on. I was just following the MP (military police) to the backyard when all of a sudden I saw two large dogs. It was like when they line up the criminals along the wall and you have to pick him out.
“Now which dog,” The MP said, “was it that attacked you?”
I stared fearfully at the dogs. They both looked the same.
“Don’t worry. They won’t hurt you.”
The dogs were black and tan, possibly Doberman Pinchers or German Shepherds.
“Now, this one,” The MP pointed, “this one was not tied up but as you can see he’s real friendly.” He patted the dog’s head. “And this one was tied up because he’s kind of mean. Now which one attacked you?”
I was instantaneously and fantastically confused, “Where's the owner?”
“The owner’s out of town.”
“Well, it had to be the one not tied up, right?” I imagined the mean one attacking me and then somehow leashing his self back on the line. Or maybe the other dog helped. They switched places. No, that couldn’t have happened. I looked at the nice doggie. Then the other one, both were sitting calmly looking at us. I kept staring at the dogs. Were they fucking with me?
The police officer shifted his weight, “Yes, it could have been him but he’s the nice one. When I walked up he didn’t bark or jump up or anything. Now the other one did. Did you see which one attacked you?”
“No,” I made a face. I couldn’t tell the dogs apart. Could the MP? “I was just walking by the house when he jumped on me. I wasn’t even in the yard.”
In the end, we decided the friendly dog must have been excited and I being a faint-hearted female fell to the ground and exaggerated the attack. In other words, we decided nothing.
My mom made me feel real bad for the whole incident like it was my fault.
“What were you doing out of the car?”
“Nothing.” Just going for a walk.”
Larry said, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Then I turned to him, “Hey, why didn’t you shoo the dog off?”
“So you just watched?”
“What else could I have done?”
After thinking about this for awhile I realized that Larry was too little to do anything.
When we arrived home my mom told me to give her my clothes. I handed her a rather cute stripped outfit that I liked, “What are you going to do with them? Wash ‘em?”
“No, throw them away.”
“Throw it away!”
“You can’t wear this again. They’re bad luck, Lani. Bad luck.”