New Year's Bite
I was invited to a New Years Party. A good friend of mine's best friend's family all travels to Newfoundland for Christmas then returrns and has Giant Christmas/New Years Party all rolled into one with spectacular feasting and presents aplenty.
Upon arriving I was greated by my friend and a beautiful rottweiler whom I was assured is the best dog in the world.
Under normal circumstances (and I use the word normally here as an understatement - that is, I mean to say in every other circumstance ever in my whole entire life) have I gotten along wonderfully with animals. My mom had all sorts of animals when we were growing up - from dogs and cats and budgies to ducks (7 one summer and 5 the next), and these encounters with animals always make me smile.
Unfortunately I overestimated my relationship with animals. I remember thinking 'this big giant dog would just love to have his ears rubbed', forgetting of course said Big Giant Dog had never met a Lucas the likes of me before; also forgetting that dogs do not it when your hand goes over their line of vision instead of underneath. I say forgetting because I'm too embarrased to admit I never knew that. Oops.
Anyways, there arose a mighty growl from Giant Dog which alarmed perhaps the owners more then me. Yes I saved my surprise for when the dog gently gnawed my arm. I tried to escape back but found my efforts useless against the handle on the fence which is easy enough to open when there's not a Giant Dog around, but somehow became foreign to my stumbling fingers. Dog ran towards me again, this time going to a little more sutenance and landing his chomps firmly in me backside, a feeling I won't soon forget.
Please don't misunderstand me - it was not really a bite per say, I mean he could have done some serious damage had he intended, but it was enough to break skin I discovered as I did damage assessment on my own rear end.
I'm not sure why I felt it necessary to share with my friend that I was bleeding - sure, everyone was asking if I was all right and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it... but, well, regardless, soon I was showing her me rump. Soon thereafter I was showing her friend me rump. Soon thereafter I was showing her mom me rump.
I think it became a bit of a joke, all this partial nudity in front of strangers on New Year's. Certainly a memory for keeps.
Giant Dog and I made up the next day - I apologized; got to know him a little bit, and at one point he curled up on my feet and fell asleep after giving me that cute eyebrow shakey thing that only dogs can do.
Makes me happy.
I was invited to a New Years Party. A good friend of mine's best friend's family all travels to Newfoundland for Christmas then returrns and has Giant Christmas/New Years Party all rolled into one with spectacular feasting and presents aplenty.
Upon arriving I was greated by my friend and a beautiful rottweiler whom I was assured is the best dog in the world.
Under normal circumstances (and I use the word normally here as an understatement - that is, I mean to say in every other circumstance ever in my whole entire life) have I gotten along wonderfully with animals. My mom had all sorts of animals when we were growing up - from dogs and cats and budgies to ducks (7 one summer and 5 the next), and these encounters with animals always make me smile.
Unfortunately I overestimated my relationship with animals. I remember thinking 'this big giant dog would just love to have his ears rubbed', forgetting of course said Big Giant Dog had never met a Lucas the likes of me before; also forgetting that dogs do not it when your hand goes over their line of vision instead of underneath. I say forgetting because I'm too embarrased to admit I never knew that. Oops.
Anyways, there arose a mighty growl from Giant Dog which alarmed perhaps the owners more then me. Yes I saved my surprise for when the dog gently gnawed my arm. I tried to escape back but found my efforts useless against the handle on the fence which is easy enough to open when there's not a Giant Dog around, but somehow became foreign to my stumbling fingers. Dog ran towards me again, this time going to a little more sutenance and landing his chomps firmly in me backside, a feeling I won't soon forget.
Please don't misunderstand me - it was not really a bite per say, I mean he could have done some serious damage had he intended, but it was enough to break skin I discovered as I did damage assessment on my own rear end.
I'm not sure why I felt it necessary to share with my friend that I was bleeding - sure, everyone was asking if I was all right and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it... but, well, regardless, soon I was showing her me rump. Soon thereafter I was showing her friend me rump. Soon thereafter I was showing her mom me rump.
I think it became a bit of a joke, all this partial nudity in front of strangers on New Year's. Certainly a memory for keeps.
Giant Dog and I made up the next day - I apologized; got to know him a little bit, and at one point he curled up on my feet and fell asleep after giving me that cute eyebrow shakey thing that only dogs can do.
Makes me happy.