Saved by Nellie
by Ros Barber (Brighton)
I can wrestle a six foot man to the ground, cuff him, and have him standing within two minutes. For years I was head bouncer at the Event, but nightclub volumes and turning up security earpieces did for my hearing. When my partner left, I got Nellie.
I was staying with the kids in a B&B. In the small hours, Nellie jumped on my back. The dog was young; I thought she was mucking about and pushed her off. She jumped up again; I pushed her off again, grumpily. Feeling bad, I put out my hand to pat her.
But Nellie wasn’t there. Where was she? In the dark I could just make her out, flat on the floor in the emergency position - which hearing dogs adopt when a fire alarm goes off. She was practically digging a hole to Australia. I turned on the light.
There was a man there. ‘You’re in my room’, he said. ‘You’ve made a mistake,’ I replied, ‘you’d better leave.’ ‘You’re in my room,’ he repeated. I ran at him. Surprised, he staggered back; I shut the door. People don’t realise Nellie saved his life.

