“It’s okay
Blondie, it’s going to be okay,” I reassured her motioning for her to come to me.
That’s when Bobby
went completely ballistic, his eyes dilated and enraged. I braced for the next assault but he wasn't aiming for me this time. Instead, he grabbed hold of Blondie’s leash and lifted her off the ground. Her pretty pink collar became a
hangman’s noose.
Jumping to my
feet, I tried to help her but Bobby pinned me against the wall with his free hand.
I prayed that the
faint sounds of sirens in the distance meant help was on the way. But I feared
it would be too late for my dog if I didn't act quickly. Bobby must have heard the sirens too because he turned away from us and eased his grip on me. That’s when I smacked Bobby in the mouth with my
fist. His eyes widened with surprise and he dropped Blondie's leash to grab his split lip. Blood
trickled through his fingers.
“Run Blondie,
run!” Pushing him out of the way, we ran as fast as we could up the hill to our
car. Adrenalin surged through my body as the sirens were got louder. When we finally made it to the car, I was shaking so hard that I dropped my keys, but I managed to pick them
up and get the door open. Blondie jumped in and I locked the doors, then started the engine. As we
peeled past the corner, Bobby was already gone. He wasn't waiting around for
the police to arrest him.
I put my hands at 10 and 2 to concentrate on the drive back to my temporary home at the Perkin's Laurel Canyon house. When I finally reached the safety of Berry’s house, I pulled Blondie to my lap and we sat there quietly in the car. Blondie licked my face as I hugged her close. We were safe at last.
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