While trying to find out what Macalester T was barking at, I got in his way. I guess I was blocking his view of the vermin in our neighbor’s yard that he was trying to bark away. He let me know I was underfoot, and gave me a good hard bite on the back of my hand.
It didn’t break my skin, but it was so close, I could see the black and blue mark forming from underneath. He must have grabbed a nerve in the same area, because it felt like my hand was on fire. Being a Scottie, he was totally unrepentant of the injury he causes me — I was in the way.
This evening, getting in the car after having pizza at a local joint, I whacked the same hand, in the same spot, on my car door frame. Yet again, in the way. You’d think I’d know where the door was on this car — I’ve been driving it for 4 years now!
It will be interesting to see what it does overnight.