Staring at the face of Evil
Hector and Tammy at the Hospital
Staring at the face of Evil
Today I took Hector to the hospital to visit the sick people. On my way out, an EEG tech stopped me to ask about Hector. We were talking in the main hall when a slimy, sleezy man walked by. He was about 6’3″, very thin, really redneck looking, usual redneck uniform: jeans and a t-shirt, with a baseball cap. He had white ear buds in his ears. Hector looked at the man, hunched back into defensive position, put his tail between his legs and growled a basso grumble.
I stared at the man, thinking, “this must be an awful person.”
He stared right back at me, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “He sure knows a bad person when he sees one.” He turned and headed toward the elevators.
The tech and I looked at each other, mouths agape. I moved over to the tech and whispered, “I was just thinking that he must be a very bad person.”
The tech answered, “What terrible things did he do that he knows he’s such a bad person?”
You can’t imagine the chills that went up my spine, raised the hairs on my arms and my neck, and just spooked me beyond belief.
After that, Hector kept his tail between his legs for awhile. The next man who came over to him, with a long ZZ-Top type of beard also scared him. However, when I looked at that man’s beady eyes, he did not seem the epitome of evil.
Posted on April 29, 2011, in Blogs and tagged dog, evil, hector, hospital, redneck, visit. Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.
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Dogs always know when something is amiss.
You can trust them implicitly.
another great one i could picture being right there.
I so love dogs and I so love this piece of art.
thank you for calling this story art. it’s a true story, though.
Interesting Story but I am afraid it is a month old I don’t go into my hotmail very often
It really doesn’t matter that it’s a month old. The main this is that you read it, got something out of it and made a comment.
haha! The tall ‘redneck’ probably has a great sense of humour! The dog might have been mistreated in its past by a tall man in a baseball cap and by another guy with a beard. I have known some really bad dudes with lovely dogs…. back to you. 🙂
No, he was never abused by anyone. I have had him since he was a puppy. This guy was creepy.
Interesting story and well written! Hector must be a great dog!
I’d put my trust in Hector! A person who enjoys goodness in life would not make that sort of remark which smacks of cold arrogance.
It looks like your Hector has your back. Dogs are amazing that way. Thanks for the follow on @CinemaProfound. It’s nice to meet you.
So often animal stories open our closed minds beyond ourselves. I would have reacted just like you did. That must have been one bad guy. Yikes!
Oh would you like to submit this piece to The River Journal for a themed issue on animals? If so you can send it straight to me with a small bio at editor@theriverjournal.org
A picture of Hector would be great too.
Been there, felt that, the memory is so vivid…I needn’t ask what your dog felt. And I would guess he was on the money about something humans didn’t discern.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
My dog, Hector, died very suddenly in 2011. I have written a book about him, but haven’t published it yet. I nearly fell off my chair when I saw your posting on the Books for Animal Lovers group.
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