So I got bit by a mean ass dog yesterday at work. I had to fight with two pit bulls for like 6 or 7 minutes straight and then two other times before getting away all while being threatened by the owners. All I could worry about was getting home to Beckie and Elsa though. I really thought my ass was as good as Milkbones. Guess I was lucky… This is the only wound.
That fucker got me on my side near my hip bone… It felt so unreal. Im sore as hell now, feels like I fell down some stairs or something. That “not so friendly” dog also ruined one of my favorite shirts…
Oh and I had to get rabies shots which luckily goes by weight. So I only needed 1 in each thigh, 1 in my right arm and 3 right where the main puncture wound is. I also have to go back 3 more times for even more shots…
Its funny that I wasn’t even that mad. All I could care/think about was Beckie and Elsa and making it home to them… I guess thats just something else that comes with being a dad. Even now Im just glad it wasnt as bad as it could/should have been. The up side is Im free from ever getting rabies now thanks to all those wonderful shots and I didn’t get Alpo-itis or Canineatosis or any other weirdo disease from those dogs!