On Sunday, November 11, I took my dogs to the Baron Cameron dog park where a group of dogs that were running through the park—as they are right to do—hit me with full force behind the knee, knocking me down. But this isn’t about the behavior of dogs or my injury; it is about the lack of kindness or concern I received from my fellow dog owners.
In a lot of pain, I knew something bad had happened to my knee. I was initially stunned and I stayed on the ground for quite a while. I had a few dogs stop by and check on me, but no one came by to offer assistance except for a gentleman stopping by to ask if he could keep the dogs away.
I would have assumed that someone would have been curious about the woman sitting on the ground at the dog park hugging her knee for quite awhile.
I was very close to a bench and had to ask the people sitting on the bench if they could get up so that I could sit on the bench once I managed to hobble over. No one offered to help me stand or get to the bench. It’s disheartening to think that so many people showed so little concern.
I called my son to pick me up. After he rounded up our dogs, I leaned on him as we staggered out of the park. I have taught my son that it is our responsibility to always help someone in distress; unfortunately, he did not have any models to emulate at the park on that day.