Have you ever heard the saying, "no good deed goes unpunished?" Well, I just about had a pound of flesh taken out of me yesterday, while trying to do a good deed.
We had an unfortunate family, here in our small community, whose house burned down on Christmas day. They have three children all in elementary school and younger. My sister Shannon is doing a great service by acting as the project manager , to have their home completely rebuilt at no cost to them. She has recovered from breast cancer, and surgery this past year, and vowed to give back when she was strong enough. Our town came together in a huge way to support my sister when I put together an auction and concert fundraiser for her during her time of illness. My sister is my hero, and even though she is still having issues with her health, because of some of the treatments she underwent, she stayed true to her word. She is an incredible example of strength and faith.
Well, I called her to see what I could do to help. I can't go out and hang dry wall, or do much of the hands on stuff at the building site, because I have my grand babies so often.
My sis let me know that one need was for someone to pick up their laundry and do it, as the family is living in a fifth wheel trailer, and has no way to wash clothes. This was the job for me, I thought.
She warned me about the big, mean, dog that was tied up to the flat bed trailer where the bags of laundry were sitting, but assured me that it could not reach the end of the trailer---that it was on a short leash, but always tried to "attack her" when she went out to the place.
I pulled up to the site and popped the hatch on the back of my vehicle. Man, that dog was mad at me---and HUGE. I'm sure he is a pit bull mix of some sort. Taller than a pit though. I'm not usually afraid of dogs, but this one made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. As soon as I stepped out of my car it began to lunge, bark furiously, and growl, baring it's teeth. I pried one bag of laundry, that was frozen to the tailer, off, threw it in my cargo hold, and headed back for another. I had to take one step to the side of the flat bed to try to manhandle another bag that was filled half way with snow. When I did, the dog came charging, full speed around the side I was standing. Just before it was about to to lay into the meat of my thigh, I jumped out of the way and ran for it. I yelled something, (that's probably best not to repeat) as I slipped in the mud, and made it back to my vehicle. Since it hadn't bit me yet, I decided it was safe to turn around. When I did, big boy was still barking and lunging at me. He was trying his best to get free and come "join" me. My legs were like Jello. Some one must have re-tied him which gave him enough rope to get to the very end of the tailer...right where I was standing.
Needless to say, I only retrieved one bag of soggy laundry to do. I called my sister and told her that I was really excited to help, but they were going to have to get rid of the junk yard dog before this merry maid came back.
It's been 24 hours...I think it took 12 hours for my legs to stop shaking, and I'm able to laugh about it with my sis now.