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A Mad Dog

I have a trouble problem with a dog that causes a trauma. Before I experienced this problem, I did not feel scare and worry with a dog. I always remember this experience whenever I meet with a dog. I have tried to adapt with a dog which I meet wherever I am, but the trauma will not be omitted from my mind. Eventhough I meet with a dog that is very cute and funny, I still never want to be closer with it. In this essay, I will tell about my unforgettable experience about a mad dog.

The event began on Ramadhan when I was riding my motorcycle with my sister. Because the next day was Lebaran Day, my mother would make Lebaran cakes. She asked me to go to Pakandangan market that is closer to my house, to buy 1 kg of flour and butter. I rode motorcycle in normal speed because I also enjoyed the atmosphere on Takbiran night which everyone celebrated it with each ways. I saw many children walked from a Mosque to a field in while they were saying “Takbir” and holding a torch. Another side, many teenagers were playing “Tambue Tansa” and saying “Takbir” for announcing that the next day was Lebaran. In addition, we stopped in a mini shop that sold many kind of traditional food and I bought some “Putu” that is made from coconut, sugar, and pulverize rice.

One hundred meter from the market, I saw a dog that was sleeping on the street. I stopped my motorcycle because I did not want to disturb it. I asked my sister what we should do and she replied that I had to ride motorcycle beside the dog slowly. At first, I felt scare, but my sister pushed me to turn on motorcycle and continued our way. Then, I turn on my motorcycle that caused the dog woke up. I was surprised. I gazed it and vice versa. I said to myself that I must continue my way and the dog would never disturb me. Suddenly, the dog barked that caused I screamed loudly and it was heard by all of the people in the market. I screamed, “aaaaaaaaa, there was a mad dog”

I rode my motorcycle fastly and still screamed all the way to the market. Everyone looked at us. Suddenly, a hero was coming, he chased the dog away. I did not know who the hero was because I could not see his face clearly. I wanted to say thank, but he had gone with his motorcycle. Until now, I do not know who he is. I stopped at a grocery store to buy flour and butter. Then the shop owner asked about the event and everyone laughed at me. They said that the dog was not mad and I knew it meant they implied that I was mad. It was embracing. I said to my sister that I did not want to ride motorcycle to go home because I was very scared and embraced.

Before I went home, I saw from the shop that the dog still waited for us at the same place. I felt annoyed and angry to the dog. The dog tried to chase after us again. We also waited for the dog went away, but the dog was very loyal for waiting for us. I did not know why the dog wanted to wait for us. We thought over the way went home without rubbing up against the dog. The last way was we should go through another way that would spend a half hour to arrive at home. Finally, I arrived at home at 10:15. My mother was angry because she could not make a cake without flour and butter.

We told the event to all of people at home, I could guess everyone laughed at us. It was an unforgettable experience that had ever happened in my life. I can still remember the way all of people laughed at me, but I cannot know the hero in my experience.