You watch as a small 8 year old boy walks out of the porta potty. The boy looks around and calls out, “Mommy where are you? Mommy!?”
“Oh shit, you have a kid”, you say to the bitch who gives you worried look. You realize that she thinks you are going to use the keys on her son and she growls at you. “Oh no I have no intention in harming your son, miss”, you try to reassure the lady as she runs off towards her son who is still calling out for her.
The bitch runs up to her son barking as if to warn him but the boy backs away and yells, “Mommy help! Get away mean doggy, Mommy help!”
You realize that she is only staring her son so you and Keith run over to try to help the boy. “Oh I’m so sorry please don’t be afraid my dog is only playing”, you call out calmly to the boy as you and Keith approach him. The bitch stops barking and turns her back to her son and begins to growl at you again. Ignoring the bitch you continue to comfort her son, “Please don’t be afraid my dogs are both really nice and just want to play. Go on you can pet her if you like.”
Cautiously the boy sticks his hand out and begins to pet his mother. The bitch’s tail begins to wage and you decide to join in the petting too, but the bitch takes a snap at you snagging your shirt. The boy jerks his hand back at this and you try to reassure him again, “Sorry, she is only playing. So what is your name?”
“My Mommy and Daddy told me not to talk to strangers”, the boy says taking a few steps back. You look at the bitch and you can tell that she is proud that her son is doing at he was taught.
While you are happy that her parenting seems to be going good you are also agitated because you need this boy to trust you so you can help him. You decide the best way to gain the boy’s trust is to tell him that you know his parents, “Oh well I’m no stranger I know your dad he is a police officer and your mom asked me to watch you while she went to take care of things.”
“Really”, the boy asks looking up at you.
“Yeah, so come with me I am going to take you home”, you say as you hold your hand out to the boy with a friendly smile, hoping that he knows where he lives so that you can get him there. Reluctantly the boy takes your hand and as you are about to head over to your car his mother begins to bark angrily at you again. You try to ignore her but this only makes her angrier and she bites your hand holding the keys. Keith begins to growl at the bitch as she clamp down on your hand harder causing you to press the button.