While around everyone else Mickey was fine and awesome. I knew that bastard better than that. Micky would take me to the truck and be sweet at first and then just aggressive. His dirt paws would leave bruises all over my body. Of course people would ask about my bruises, but I would just say I fell down steps or fell from a tree. It was just like each time it drained my trust and caused me to become scared of other dogs. It stopped happening one day after I heard my dad yelling at him. It was something about him drinking too much. At the time I thought he was talking about him just drinking too much water. I realized what he actually meant at the same time it clicked what was happening when I was 5 and why he wanted it to be our little secret. Now it is 13 years later and I am an 18-year-old girl. I’m still scared of dogs and don’t trust them. I try not to let the events affect me too much concerning my outward appearance. I refuse to let the incidents dictate my life. But they still sometimes pop up in my mind randomly and I’ll break down briefly. Sometimes crying myself to sleep while silently blaming myself. I try to keep it to myself. I don’t want to bother others or have them think I’m a bad or nasty person for letting it
While around everyone else Mickey was fine and awesome. I knew that bastard better than that. Micky would take me to the truck and be sweet at first and then just aggressive. His dirt paws would leave bruises all over my body. Of course people would ask about my bruises, but I would just say I fell down steps or fell from a tree. It was just like each time it drained my trust and caused me to become scared of other dogs. It stopped happening one day after I heard my dad yelling at him. It was something about him drinking too much. At the time I thought he was talking about him just drinking too much water. I realized what he actually meant at the same time it clicked what was happening when I was 5 and why he wanted it to be our little secret. Now it is 13 years later and I am an 18-year-old girl. I’m still scared of dogs and don’t trust them. I try not to let the events affect me too much concerning my outward appearance. I refuse to let the incidents dictate my life. But they still sometimes pop up in my mind randomly and I’ll break down briefly. Sometimes crying myself to sleep while silently blaming myself. I try to keep it to myself. I don’t want to bother others or have them think I’m a bad or nasty person for letting it