The Akita Incident - The Helpless Cries Of My Dog

The Akita Incident The helpless cries of my dog and the vicious snarls of the other are sound that will echo in my ears forever. That day, I thought that I would lose the pet who had been my best friend for nine years. It was late spring, and I had the day off of school. This was a big deal, according to my sixth grade mind, and I wanted to make the most out of my day. The sun was shining brightly, and when my best friend requested a video chat, on Skype that afternoon, I thought it would be a good idea to continue the conversation with him outside. My biggest regret from that day was letting my dog outside with me. I was playing on my laptop, and the little green telephone icon popped up on my screen. My best friend was calling me. I†¦show more content†¦Eventually, she reluctantly started to walk back home. On her way, she stopped to check out the fence that was containing the Akitas. She was a friendly dog, and they, unfortunately, were not. One of the 150-pound dogs leapt over the three-and-a-half foot tall fence, and lunged at Frisky. In seconds, he was on top of her, biting and tearing at her flesh. She was screaming in pain, but I could barely hear her screams over my own. I tried pushing the larger dog off of her, with success a couple of times. Unfortunately, it was like he didn’t even notice me. After every push, he was right back on top of her. I was mortified, yet luckily unhurt. Frisky was not fighting back, she was just taking the attack. Later people would tell me that she did not fight back to protect me, but I wish that she had. After what seemed like hours of me shrieking, sobbing, and pushing, my neighbors started to spill outside of their houses. Some of them were frozen in shock, and I screamed in their faces for help. â€Å"Why are you just standing there? They’re killing her!† I shouted helplessly. George and Janet’s son was probably around 50 years old at the time. He grab bed a fallen tree branch, and started charging at the dogs, ready to start swinging. I was relieved that someone was finally taking action. His efforts, however, were immediately interrupted when his mother stepped in. â€Å"No!† was the first word to come out of little 76-year-old Janet’s