Thank you all you lovely people for your supportive messages. They make such a difference to how I feel about the incident. I really appreciate that you took the time to respond!
It didn’t cross my mind that I should report him for assault. At the time, I felt embarrassed, as if I’d done something wrong to be assaulted, what did people on the beach think of me? It’s given me insight into why women (or men) don’t report assaults.
I told my mom and sister about it that evening at dinner, and they both said he should be reported for assault. My husband was away. I picked him up from the airport yesterday and told him, and immediately he also said he should be reported. Unfortunately I don’t know this guy’s name or address so I have nothing to report. But I feel like hanging out at that beach in case he goes again and then getting his details and reporting him. Last night I saw I have a bruise on my arm where he grabbed me. Made me feel angry all over again.
As for Snowie, I should learn from him. Lives in the moment. Full of the joys of life. Yesterday he had a perfect day for him. Beautiful walk on another beach with lots of friendly, playful dogs. Stole a croissant from under someone’s umbrella (people just laughed, a woman under another umbrella said her lab would’ve done the same!). A little girl at breakfast (restaurant overlooking the beach which we went after our walk) fed him her leftover bacon. I shared my avo toast with him. In the afternoon we visited my bedridden elderly aunt and her carer fed him who knows how many treats—Snowie always makes a beeline for the kitchen when we visit! Then he later came into my aunt’s bedroom with ears scrunched up and looking very jolly! Finally, the day ended with picking up my husband at the airport and a walk in the forest before we got home. Perfect, perfect day for Snowie.
Here we are on the beach yesterday morning. Candid pic that my sister took. Snowie looks bipedal! And I’ve just noticed that you can see the bruise on my upper arm!!
