i got bit by a dog tonight.
we were on the way home from the park, and near the house we saw two puppies in the road — adorable.
i got out to lead them towards home (which i would need to find) and got two houses up the alley when their home (and their mom) found ME.
i was greeted by a 100 pound beauty by a nice chomp on my upper thigh, with a 70 pounder not far behind for a follow up, that i managed to deflect by punching in the face.
(no, really, i punched a dog tonight)
the mom-dog only tore my jeans tiny bit (on a pocket) but, as you can see, she got the skin pretty well:
now, one thing really bothers me about this.
actually, two things, as the bite itself is bothering me rather a lot.
but the thing that gets me is that of all the kinds of dogs around here, didn’t the one that bit me just have to a rottweiler.
i’m one of those people who defends rotties. i talk about how it’s the owners that are bad, and the dogs themselves are not to blame.
but the stereotype is that they’re mean, and that they bite.
i hate being in the business of furthering stereotypes, so i find it bothersome that part of the story i have to tell about this is that it was a rottie.
an interesting part of the story is that the owner of the dog heard the commotion, apparently, and came outside — and i (rather angrily) yelled “your dog BIT ME”.
(in retrospect i’m a tad ashamed of how angry i sounded — and i did apologize to him for yelling at him, but as you can imagine, i was a touch out of sorts.)
neighbor: SHE WHAT?!?
me: SHE BIT ME.
me: YOUR DOG BIT ME, RIGHT HERE.
(at this time i point to my left leg)
he comes out and corrals his dogs and we discuss what happened, how i was simply trying to save his puppies and the mommy dog was being protective, and he was very apologetic and he was quite a nice guy, as it happened.
we talked a while, and then we shook hands, and i almost got bit again.
turns out she likes to protect more than the pups.