Babysitting gone bad.

I started babysitting a long time ago, but when I was about 13 years old I started to babysit for a couple that went to my church. I had known them for awhile, partially because my older brother worked at his company. They asked me to start babysitting their son so they could go out with friends every now and then. At the time Tucker was about 5 or 6 years old. I loved babysitting and he was no trouble at all. I was still a little nervous about being at their house by myself with him and I certainly didn't want anything bad to happen to him. The next summer they got a pool and Tucker was like a fish and couldn't stay out of it so of course I had to watch him really close. Since I started babysitting Tucker, he has been the most accident prone kid I know. He has had a good number of dirt bike and four wheeler wrecks that led to him having scars all over him. Last summer he even ran into a pole at a restaurant and busted his eye that he had to have stitches on. But one night was definitely worse than the rest.. only because I was the only one that was there with him. It was one night that his parents had called me to ask if I could keep him for a few hours so they could go out to eat. About 45 minutes later, Tucker asked me to fix him something to eat. I go into the kitchen and was fixing what ever it was that he wanted when I heard a growling noise and then Tucker screaming. I ran into the other room and Tuckers whole mouth was gushing blood. I asked what happened and he said he blew in his dogs face and the dog bit him. I pick him up and ran him into the bathroom and took off his favorite shirt that he didn't want to get blood on. While he was still screaming I ran to my phone and called his parents to tell them what happened. Luckily they were only about fifteen minutes away so it didn't take them long to get home. As they rushed home I continued to clean him up and try to calm him down. When they got home they rushed him to the Emergency Room while I was left there with that dog. I was only fourteen or fifteen so I couldn't get home and had to call my mom to come get me. After they got home, they called me to let me know he was OK but he had to have stitches and 5 of the hospitals male nurses had to hold him down.  That was definitely a night to remember and I know he will always remember it to considering the scar that was left on his face. I still keep Tucker every now and then, I even kept him all last summer. Considering he just turned 12, there is no telling how many more accidents that kid will have.