I was 15 years old at the time, I'm over thirty now. My
mother was taking me to school and seemed preoccupied when
I asked what was wrong she told me of a dream she had
experienced the night before.
The Dream
In my mothers dream I was very young, and we were preparing
breakfast together. It was a beautiful morning and the
kitchen door was open letting the sunshine come into the
house. Suddenly the dream turned dark. At the screened
door stood a large Rottweiler dog. At first she thought the
dog was just looking for a hand out so she went to the door
to toss a piece of bacon to him. As she cracked the
screened door the dog rushed into the house. It ran into
the living room and would let no one near him. As she
approached the dog she realized that it was only the head
of a dog. It's body seemed to be long and cylindrical.
She said it reminded her of children's novelty pencils
with a grinning head attached. The dog head was barking
ferociously. She finally got a baseball bat and was
beating the "thing" as it crawled back outside. She woke up.
The Dog
A couple of weeks later my father had to have minor surgery
and mom and I were returning from the hospital around
9:00pm. When we pulled up into the garage there stood (and
I kid you not) a large black and beige Rottweiler. The dog
had never been seen in our neighborhood before. This was
before the time of cell phones so we had little choice but
to go into the house. We exited the car and the dog seemed
friendly enough not growling. I was talking to the dog as
mom opened the door to the house. As soon as the door was
opened the dog rushed forcefully past us and into the back
of the house. This terrified me, I thought that someone
was in the house and the dog was protecting them. So mom
and I went across the street to the neighbors and called
the police.
After a short while the police came and went
into the house. Mom and I stood out on the front lawn.
Shortly after the office came back out and confirmed that
the dog was in the house but he found no evidence of a
person being in there. That was at around 10:00pm.
At
1:30am there was three more officers and the humane society
trying to get this massive dog out of our house without
shooting it. At one point the officers lured the dog with
a piece of steak to the outside, but before the humane
society could lasso him, the dog had circled the house and
pushed door which had been left slightly open in case the
officer needed to retreat quickly, open and resumed his
spot on the couch.
Finally around 2:00am the officers and the humane
society cornered the Rottweiler and injected a
tranquilizer. It took four grown men to carry the dog to
the van. Our house was in shambles, there was a broken
lamp and the coffee table was destroyed and the couch was
overturned. But finally the dog was gone.
The next morning my mom called the humane society to
find out what she could about the dog, and discovered the
dog had died somewhere between the time it left our house
at around 2:00am and 8:00am. They didn't know what caused
the death.
Mom and I still do not discuss her dream or the night
the dog came to visit.
Contact me here: caryn39@hotmail.com
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