Oh wait, it’s the other way around. On my right hand/wrist. Stitches, tetanus shots, and antibiotics that give me gas, a few days healing, and I am on the mend.
Yes indeedy, I got bitten by a dog. No, Biscuit didn’t bite me. It was another dog. It’s a yucky and unhappy story, which I will spare the few of you that read this blog thang. Typing is a little less than fun given where the stitches are.
Here are some facts:
Number of Doctors who stitched me up named like an orange drink: 1
Name? Tang
Did it make you want some Tang? Yes, yes it did.
Number of stitches: 6
Number of places on arm stitched: 2
Days on antibiotics: 7
How gassy do they make me? Very
So I’m bruised and gassy, how many people are glad I’m not going to Sassy’s gathering? More now than before
Number of dogs in household currently: 1
Number of times she’s tried to bite me: Once
Why? Steak bone
Number of steak bones she’s gotten since: 0
Does she ever get human food? Yes
What? Pancakes
Really? Yes, Honey makes her one big dog pancake every time we have them.
Does she bite over pancakes? Nope
So what does she do for pancakes? All her “puppy school” tricks
Does she do those tricks others times? Not usually
Sound like you’re a good trainer: Thank you

She’s a fine animal, my Biscuit dog. Yes she is.
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