jujube
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I am a dog-petter. I love to pet dogs and play with them. I love dogs....I just don't want any myself, so I enjoy other folks' dogs.
It's a miracle that I've only been bitten once. I was walking in our neighborhood and stopped to chat with a young couple walking an elderly golden and a Rhodesian Ridgeback. Both dogs were very friendly, much grinning and dancing and pressing against me with tails a-wag. I petted the golden, then the ridgeback, then the golden wanted some more attention and then I finished up with the ridgeback again. As I was pulling my hand back from the ridgeback (I wasn't moving quickly, just slow and steady), he turned and clamped down on my wrist, drawing blood. The young couple were horrified and said he had never done that before. They were extremely apologetic and offered any actions I needed. All I asked was that they immediately bring me the dog's up-to-date shot records and be prepared to cover any medical bills needed. They agreed, the dog was up-to-date on all shots and was healthy and the bites were only superficial.
My late husband once was bitten on the rear end by a Chihuahua. Yes, a Chihuahua. He worked as a mailman during his summers in college and was walking on a sidewalk that abutted a raised porch and the Chihuahua launched itself off the porch and latched onto the seat of his uniform pants. He had to shake the dog off. Luckily, he did not get bitten at all, but it tore a hole in his trousers. You can about imagine the ribbing he got back at the post office when he made his accident report.
It's a miracle that I've only been bitten once. I was walking in our neighborhood and stopped to chat with a young couple walking an elderly golden and a Rhodesian Ridgeback. Both dogs were very friendly, much grinning and dancing and pressing against me with tails a-wag. I petted the golden, then the ridgeback, then the golden wanted some more attention and then I finished up with the ridgeback again. As I was pulling my hand back from the ridgeback (I wasn't moving quickly, just slow and steady), he turned and clamped down on my wrist, drawing blood. The young couple were horrified and said he had never done that before. They were extremely apologetic and offered any actions I needed. All I asked was that they immediately bring me the dog's up-to-date shot records and be prepared to cover any medical bills needed. They agreed, the dog was up-to-date on all shots and was healthy and the bites were only superficial.
My late husband once was bitten on the rear end by a Chihuahua. Yes, a Chihuahua. He worked as a mailman during his summers in college and was walking on a sidewalk that abutted a raised porch and the Chihuahua launched itself off the porch and latched onto the seat of his uniform pants. He had to shake the dog off. Luckily, he did not get bitten at all, but it tore a hole in his trousers. You can about imagine the ribbing he got back at the post office when he made his accident report.