At a quarter past 5 in the evening today, I decided on my own to venture out of the house and go spend some good quality time alone. One because I was ridiculously bored at home and the other was a personal reason which I think I should be blogging about it some time in the future.
Where was my destination you asked? Desa Park City.
I didn't knew why but the place attracted me with the receding weather at that moment of time at 5. Contemplating that I could have gotten a brilliant photo of the sunset or the weather was just teasing me until it got worse.
Frankly, when I did reached the park, it was the latter notion. The cloudy skies started to drizzle and I needed a place to park the bike. As I did found a place to park, I sat on my bike. Motionless. Thinking of what's what of the day. Should I stay or should I go back when the weather is still showing mercy to me? Then my chain of thought was shattered with the sounds of an old Chinese man yelling. As I turned to see, I saw a guard of the park, trying to what seems to be calming a dog in the stream growling at everyone near the dog, a white man giving ideas to the guard although the guard couldn't understand what was the man trying to say and the old man; walking and yelling furiously at the guard. Yelling; "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM. IS THIS HOW GUARDS TREAT DOGS?". While trying to understand the situation, I got off my bike and walked to the site seeing is there anyway I could help the situation. I didn't bothered to take a photo even though my camera was in my bag. If I did even tried to bring the camera out, it should be wet thanks to the weather. After forgetting that I was there to shoot, I saw the guard, holding a stick.
"YOU CAN'T HIT THE DOG. IT'S EVEN MORE SCARED THAN BEFORE." the old man yelled even louder as he approached the dog and the guard. The guard was reasoning that the dog bitten his colleague saying the dog is dangerous and will harm anyone that tries to help it out. The dog from what it seem to me, was a pretty big Chiwawa at the start making me think it was a cross breed. With it having the same coat colours as a German Shepard I made me think it was indeed a cross breed between both of them, which sounded dumb when you think about it and the amount of laughing I received by Vivian as I told her this story before. Either way, the dog was growling and barking even louder as more people come to see what is going on at the stream. Seeing that no one other than the guard who was blasted for doing it the wrong way to pick the dog according to the dog lovers there, I couldn't help but to feel bad for both parties and I decided to go help them myself.
The water was probably 15cm or so but the dog barely even cope with the height, as everyone saw, it only had it's head popping out from the water. I came up with the idea of using my riding gloves as protection so that I could help in picking up the dog with my hands since I guess that's the only way the dog lovers would only approve of doing. As I decided to take off my shoes, put my bag and helmet down on a rock beside the stream, the drizzle became a shower and the yelling became deafening. I talked to the old man telling what was I going to do and he immediately became quiet. It was me and the guard with this sort of Chiwawa thing that was barking and growling. I was in the stream with the dog. The dog was practically just a feet in front of me. If it would strike, I would be covered up in cuts and bruises or even worse, mauled by a chiwawa-German Shepard thing.
We forged a plan. The guard would distract the dog and I would grab the dog by the neck with one hand and the other would be carrying it out of the water. The plan succeeded with me being bitten by the dog in defense. Yeah. I got a cut from the dog biting into my hands. But, he bit me more than 5 times I think and I guess I'm lucky to come out with a small cut on my left thumb and a few bruises. As I took the dog out, I immediately let go as it was now using it's claws to damage my gloves. The dog, swiftly ran away into the mall nearby the stream running from the guards, frighten. As I got the dog out, unbelievably, I heard even more yelling, This time, its not only the old man. There was an old white elderly woman blasting and calming before I came by to rescue the dog, the guard was hitting the dog, even saying that the guard was planning to kill it. As the commotion was happening, I was incredibly annoyed by it. I walked back to where I placed my bag and helmet. As I retrieved it, I see that my stuff was soaked.
you can click on it to see a bigger picture. But damn, that cut and red bruises
on my middle finger is sexy.
After walking into the nearby Coffee Bean, I was thanked by the people that were there for saving the dog and told me to forget about what happened with the yelling and what not. A man told me that "You saved a dog from dying today, boy. Do you want to have a shower and freshen up at the Clubhouse? My treat." I thanked him for the offer but I declined. I was fine being wet. I didn't wanted to trouble anyone after the incident. All I did wanted was to see the dog to be alive and not a dead dog at the stream caused of hypothermia. When I gone into Coffee Bean, I ordered a nice glass Hot Vanilla which I soon regretted due the amount of cream in it.
An hour past of trying to indulge my Vanilla, trying to dry up my stuff and waiting for the weather to clear out, I decided to don my soaked shoes and go for a walk. Seeing I can't really take a photo of the sunset with the cloudy weather, I decided to go get some ice cream and go for nice quiet walk. Weirdly, I bought two cones for myself. I know. I'm a bit hungry at times.
