After six operations and a three month stay in hospital I am finally ready to go home.
Because of the injuries to both ankles I now walk with the aid of a walking stick.
But I am determined to lead a normal life.
I was hospitalised after being attacked by a vicious Chihuahua whilst out walking in my local park.
The part devil part cujo cross set upon me without warning and chewed through my tendons like a great white biting a seal.
And I would have died if it wasn’t for the help of a bystander who stopped the bleeding until the paramedics arrived.
Now at home I am popping pills like candy and drinking way too much.
The drugs dull the pain in my ankles but do little to silence the demons living inside my head.
I know that you are all thinking that I should have been able to fend off an attack by a small Chihuahua but I have a history with dog attacks so once the Mexican mongrel started to chow down my mind just shut down.
The first attack happened when I was five years old and I was walking home from kindergarten when a german shepherd jumped a fence and took a chunk out of my left ear.
Then ten years later I was mauled by a mates afghan called sasha who broke his chain and honed in on me like I was a bag of kibble.
I tried to fight the mutt off but he was too big and he bit down hard and gnawed off the little finger on my right hand and swallowed it.
And now the Chihuahua attack makes three.
I don’t know the reason but dogs of all breeds and size seem to think that I am a human lamb chop covered in gravy ready for a taste.
But before I go any further let me introduce myself.
My name is Percy Lupe and I am 25 years of age and I reside in a southern suburb of Sydney.
I live alone because I don’t want to put anyone else in danger .
I know that another dog attack will happen sooner then later
When or where I don’t know.
I have now been home from the hospital for 28 days and I still haven’t ventured outside.
My food and alcohol is delivered to my front door and a nurse checks on me every two or three days and I pay all of the bills online.
But I crave the sunshine and the great outdoors and I hope one day to be able open my front door and walk outside.
Plus none of my neighbours own a dog so that day may happen soon.
And on the morning 35 days after coming home I wake determined that today is the day.
There is still a dark presence in the back of my mind but I push it aside and make a cup of coffee to calm down.
I swallow a few painkillers and sit on my couch to wait for the mailman to arrive.
My nurse usually brings my mail but to collect my own mail gives me a good reason to go outside.
Then at ten o’clock I hear the familiar sound of the postman’s motorbike and I watch as he pushes an envelope into my letterbox just fifteen feet past my front door.
I lean on my walking stick and just stand there looking out at the world listening to the birds and I hear one of my neighbours mowing his lawn.
My feet refuse to budge for fifteen minutes before my right hand reaches out and opens the front door and I step out onto my porch for the first time in months.
I look up and down the street about twenty times before I take a deep breath and venture out towards my letterbox.
I grab the mail and turn back when I hear a dog barking nearby.
WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF
Panicking I see a kelpie baring down on me from across the road but my walking stick gets stuck in the grass and I crash to the ground.
The dog hits me and takes a chunk out of my arm before I somehow manage to scramble to my feet.
But the dog still has a hold on me ‘Good little doggie if you let go of me now I promise not to kick the shit put of you’
But the kelpie pretends not to hear me and bites down even harder but then I realise I am still holding onto my walking stick and I swing it as hard as I can and connect with a crack.
“Hey you fuck wit what have you done to my dog?” I look over to see an old lady approaching from across the road.
The dog in question has recovered from my blow and runs away whimpering to its master. ‘ I have a good mind to ring the police or report you to the RSPCA’
I hold up my arm to show her the damage ‘Are you blind you old bitch? Your dog attacked me and I was only protecting myself so fuck off before I call the police’
I make it inside and slam the door on the old fool and her dog and I am tempted to call the cops but I don’t want to attract attention so I bandage my arm and take a few more painkillers.
I lay down on the couch waiting for the pills to kick in and close my eyes knowing that I am safe behind closed doors.
But I only snooze for about an hour before I am woken by a knock on my front door.
I lay hoping that the person will just go away but no such luck ‘Jesus Christ why cant the world just fuck off?’
Looking out through the blinds I notice the old bitch who’s dog just attacked me.
I want to ignore her but she is holding a huge chocolate cake in one hand while she continues to knock with the other.
Well I am addicted to chocolate so I relent and open the door “Sorry I have brought you a peace offering, I don’t know what got into Daffodil she is normally so gentle’
Daffodil? I cant believe that she has named the vicious creature Daffodil but I can almost taste the chocolate cake so I invite her inside.
After I brew some coffee and slice the cake I introduce myself ‘Pleased to meet you Percy my name is Ruby Conner and I am glad to see that Daffodil hasn’t hurt you too much’
‘Thanks Ruby but I didn’t even realise that you owned a dog’
‘Oh I have only had Daffodil and she is an indoor dog so you weren’t to know and I must say that I was surprised to see you outside and you have a walking stick were you in a car accident?”
I want to tell her to mind her own business but I can see that she is genuinely concerned so I open up and tell her about the dog attacks and how the Chihuahua ripped out my tendons so that is why I use a walking stick and have a fear of dogs.
Oh you poor thing if I had known I would have come over earlier and introduced myself but I thought you just preferred your own company’
Ruby and I are getting better acquainted when we are both startled by the sound of a dog howling and rush to the front window and see Daffodil howling to the sky.
Ruby is shaking her nerves are shot ” What is happening to Daffodil? She is usually a quiet gentle dog that is why I picked her.
‘It is me Ruby, Daffodil to howling to the dogs in the neighbourhood and once they form a pack they will be coming for me’
And sure enough Daffodil is soon joined by a Doberman a bull Mastiff and a huge Irish Wolfhound.
I push Ruby towards my bathroom ‘Ruby stay in here and I will call the cops and don’t come out until they arrive’
Once I know Ruby is safe i walk into the living room to call the cops but my phone isn’t on the coffee table where i usually leave it but then i remember that it is on charge in the kitchen.
I grab it and try to swipe the screen but i am shaking so much i drop the phone on the kitchen floor and before i can retrieve it the front window explodes in a shower of glass and the four dogs scramble inside.
All i can do is grab a knife off the counter and turn to face my fear ‘Alright motherfuckers bring it on’
They attack in silence and surround me in a vicious circle nipping at my ankles to bring me down.
I slash and cut with the knife and soon the Doberman and Bull Mastiff back off and retreat to lick their wounds so that leaves the Wolfhound and Daffodil.
The Wolfhound attacks from the front while Daffodil continues to worry my tendons and because they aren’t fully healed they snap and i collapse to the floor.
‘Holy shit’ I know i am now in a whole lot of trouble so i just thrust the knife back and forth hoping for the best but the Wolfhound manages to get a grip on my throat and shakes its head trying to finish me off.
I am losing a lot of blood and the knife slips in my hands but i manage to get a grip and i stab up and luckily the blade pierces the mongrels heart and it drops dead.
But in the commotion i had completely forgotten about Daffodil but she soon had my whole attention.
She has chewed through my left wrist and it hangs like puppet with broken strings.
The pain is unbearable and Daffodil runs around my prone body nipping and tearing at my flesh before she too moves in for the kill and bites down on my already destroyed throat.
‘No Daffodil stop’ I am barely conscious but before i surrender to my maker i see Ruby swing my walking stick and send Daffodil to hell .
Then my heart says enough is enough and the blackness takes hold.
It is Christmas and i have just got home from hospital where i stayed in the same room i had last time.
Ruby is looking after me and tending to my needs she has become a good neighbour and a great friend.
I sit in my wheelchair and listen to Ruby as she tells me again that the doctors gave me nine litres of blood and for a week it was touch or go if i would pull through.
I smile but don’t answer and not because i don’t want to but because i cant.
My throat is to badly damaged and the doctors have told me that in all likelihood i will never talk again.
But they managed to reattach my hand so at least i have one limb that works.
So i am sure that with a bit of rehab and some TLC i will be almost as good as new.
In the distance if you listen closely you can hear a menacing howl and it is getting closer.
Thanks for taking the time to read my story and could you also consider making a donation to go towards my goal of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.