Quarantine Story: a dog bit me :(

As promised, here's one of the quarantine stories! This happened last wednesday whilst I was a good granddaughter and helped my grandma take her devil dog to the vet.

This is how it all went down:

Her devil dog, Morris (originally Maurice but thanks to the garbage man we now call him Morris) ate something he found in the organic bin and long story short, he got ill. Fast forward to his third vet visit to get his last antibiotic shot –I tell the dogtor "he might bite, please put a muzzle or something I don't want any accidents", automatically, my grandma gets annoyed and screams "MY DOG DOESN'T BITE!".

Naively, the vet decided not to do anything and he proceeds with the check up. He looks at Morris' teeth saying "they're a little dirty, he's gonna need cleaning soon" (the devil dog is 11, so yeah, he needed cleaning). Not two minutes after he says that, he moves to check his stomach and BOOM, Morris turns to bite and guess who's finger got stuck in the devil dog's mouth?

This is Morris, also known as the devil dog. He's a poodle.

Yup, my finger!

I've never liked that dog, not ever, he's tried to bite me before but my boots go in the way last time. I was not that lucky this time.

The vet helped clean my wound –it wasn't that big, after all the devil dog is a poodle; nonetheless, his fangs left two holes in my finger and it hurt quite a bit. They then put a muzzle on him and that was the end of it (at the vet's office).

I got back home, cursed like the true sailor I am, washed the wound again and got on with my day. Til it began to swell up –I couldn't bend it! I got super scared cause the damn dog had been sick a few days before that and let's remember the vet said "his teeth are a bit dirty" 😱

In corona times, the last thing we want to do is rush to the hospital, I called one of my uncles –who of course is a doctor –he asked if I had any antibiotics at home (I did), told me to take them with an ibuprofen and to go to the ER in the morning.

My Thursday morning was spent in the ER, waiting for a tetanus shot, an X-Ray of my hand, and a prescription for antibiotics.

My finger still hurts, and it still has two holes (damn you, devil dog); though, it's slowly getting better.

I guess what angers me the most about all this is that –I have two German Shepherds and a Westie –my grandma's always giving me shit about my dogs, saying "they're killer dogs!".

To be clear, none of my dogs have ever bitten a human, their list includes: 4 rats (killed them and saved my car), 2 cats (they didn't kill the cats), several birds (sorry for the birds but they tried to steal food from their bowls), Morris (sorry not sorry, they got his ear) and each other (they get into fights –not too often– and sometimes they bite an ear or a leg). Nothing in that list includes a human, which devil dog's list now do.

Here are some photos of my dogs: Maya (traditional German Shepherd), Toby (Westie), and Akela (Black German Shepherd).

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