This is the second part of my work with a patient and his story of the Black Dog of Aylesbury (www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/england/…/aylesbury-black-dog.html )
In the previous session he had told the story of a mysterious black dog and how his friend had attacked it with disastrous consequences. Here are some more notes from another session.
He is describing the place where the dog is on guard.
P.”It was stood at the far end of a field. There was a lane on the other side. Just one cottage was down there. A bit lonely, I’d have thought…”
A long pause.
T. “Where have you gone?”
P.”Oh! Nowhere. Just wool gathering. ‘A head full of nonsense’ my mother always used to say. ‘You’ll get into trouble one day if you don’t mind those thoughts of yours.'”
T.”I wonder if you feel you’re in trouble now?”
P. “Trouble? No. Not me. I’m a good boy these days. A wife and two children to think about.”
T.”And what do you think about them? This family of yours.”
P.”They’re great. The best thing that ever happened to me.”
At this point my patient has a coughing fit that lasts for several minutes. I ask if he would like glass of water.
P. “Yes. Please. Thank you.”
I get him his water which he sips slowly.
P.”Thank you. I don’t know where that came from.” Pause.
T.”Well it seems to be triggered by talking about your family. As if something got stuck in your throat and threatened to choke you. That quite a powerful reaction…”
P. laughs uncomfortably but says nothing. He sighs deeply.
P.”I reckon that dog was a blessing in disguise…”
T. “Mmm. A blessing in disguise?”
P. Sighs. “I know who lives at the end of that lane. A young woman. Pretty. Always looks as though she wants a good time. I’ve met her in the pub a few times. Chatted with her. Brought her a drink.She told me where she lives. Asked if I knew it. I said I did. That I sometimes walked the dogs that way. She made it very clear that I’d always be welcomed to call round. She lived by herself, she said, and often got lonely. Then she’d smile, finish her drink and leave. I think every man in the pub fancied her. Hard not to. After that I’d use the dogs as an excuse to go down that way. At least once a week. I never let myself know why I was going that way. But I knew…”
T.”So you wanted to have sex with her?”
P.”That makes me sound awful, doesn’t it? Here I am. Married with two children and still I want to go after some girl.”
T.”You said the dog was a blessing in disguise. What did you mean?”
P. “As long as that dog was there I couldn’t go down the lane, could I? No matter what I wanted, that dog stopped it. I hated that animal. If I could have shot it I would. But somewhere I was relieved. It meant I couldn’t cheat on Anna and the kids.” Pause. “Listen to me. I sound a complete lech. Longing for a quick shag with a young woman. But it’s true .I really wanted her. But I also know I love my family.”
T. “I wonder, then, how you felt when your friend did destroy the dog?”
P. “I’m not sure. Terrified, mostly..”
P. “Yea. Terrified. One minute there’s this bloody great dog in front of us. Them it’s gone and my mate is lying on the ground. Not moving. I thought he was dead. Had a heart attack or something. I rang 999 and waited for an ambulance. They came and took us both to hospital. They said I was only suffering from shock but that my friend was very ill and they had admitted him. I rang Anna and she came and picked me up. Her mum looked after the kids until we got home.”
T.”It sounds terrifying but that is the end of our session. I’ll see you next week