Dog Bite

About 2 weeks ago, I was just dying to get out to go on a walk. It has been really cold here, and pretty snowy. Being almost full term, the cold doesn't really bother me as much as the thought of trying to ice skate in tennis shoes. Kendall was a sweetheart and was up for joining me while our hubbies watched the BYU football game. Oh, Whitney watched the game too.

About the halfway point of my walk a little (and yes, I mean little) black dog came charging (yes, charging, barking, growling) out of a garage. I like dogs, but not nasty little vicious ones with mean faces. I tried backing up to get out of it's way, but before I knew it, the little thing jumped up and bit me (through my thick-fleece pants) right below my bum.

Ugh. Yes, it's annoying being 36 weeks prego and having to deal with a dog bite. But it's more annoying to hear what the owner had to say when I asked him for his name and his phone number.

"You're not going to press charges, are you?"

Wait? Didn't YOUR dog, just bite ME? Thanks for your concern, sir.

No, I'm not going to press charges.

But, did you know, in Columbus, if you are bit by a dog, you DO need to call Animal Control to report it? I called my doctor's office to see what I needed to do for the bite, and they were nice enough to get Animal Control's phone number.

The dog HAS had it's shots so everything is okay.

I tried getting good pics of my battle wound, but they were all sort of fuzzy. Here's one that isn't showing "too much skin" on the back of my thigh.