It all happened on Christmas night. My daughter Katie, her friend and her friend's little boy Bobbi were over at my house in Wigmore, a village in Kent. We were also looking after a shitzu, which belonged to another friend, John, whose wife had recently died. There's a road nearby called Grain Road which is always lit up for the Christmas holidays. It's lovely, with lots of decorations, and always attracts a lot of people. We decided we would go for a walk because the baby wouldn't settle and the dog wanted to go out.
Suddenly, we heard screaming. I thought it was a domestic, to begin with. Then I saw this rottweiler was attacking a woman. She had her husband with her, a big man, but they still couldn't get the dog off. Luckily for her, at that point the rottweiler made a beeline for the shitzu. The woman couldn't control her rottweiler, which was on an extendable lead. She let it go and it made for our dog. I picked him up, thinking: well, if John lost it after losing his wife it would be the end of the world. The rottweiler pulled the dog out of my arms. Then he dropped him and the shitzu ran under a nearby car. The rottweiler was too big to fit underneath, so he turned towards the buggy with the baby in it. I stepped in the way at that moment. The dog grabbed my right arm and I can't remember what happened after that point. The police said later that I was dragged up the road. I was like a feather. These dogs just grip you, lock their jaws and don't let go.
Luckily, everyone came out of their houses and got the dog off me. I knew it was serious because I could feel my arm hanging off me inside my coat. So they took me into the house. There was lots of arguing at that point. No one knew how serious it was; I think I was losing lots of blood but was wearing dark clothes. My husband is very calm in these situations, though, and he arrived and put my arm back together and bound it to stem the flow of blood. He then called the ambulance and talked to me all the way to the hospital; I am badly asthmatic and I couldn't breathe very well. They tried to keep my airwaves open.
I went on to have two operations which were not very nice. They moved me to another hospital in East Grinstead where I had skin grafts done. I now have one more operation to go. The ordeal damaged all my nerves; it is very painful. I don't have much use of my right hand. They said this next operation will help. It's up to me whether I go through with it. I will decide with the consultant next week.
Unbelievably, the people whose dog it was didn't want it destroyed. But the police told them once a dog has done this it gets a taste for it; and they'll take them to court and get it destroyed anyway. The couple were fined, but the woman has said she has no means to pay the £1,000. So I've got about £6 at the moment. If the dog had been muzzled it would have been OK. You don't have a dog like that on an extendible lead. There should be some sort of law to ensure those dogs have to be muzzled.
The police inspector who dealt with it all kept going on about how brave I'd been. I didn't think I was that brave. I did what anyone would have done. He disagreed, especially since I am so tiny. But it just came naturally. They put me up for a gold award in the National Police Bravery Awards. I was meant to go to Manchester on Wednesday to get it, but I got swine flu so I couldn't go. I have been so ill.
Originally, they didn't know it was swine flu. I had a heart attack three weeks ago, along with a severe chest infection. Because my immune system was down, maybe it made me more susceptible. It is more prevalent where I live. Anyway, they presented the award to me in the garden, yesterday.