The little ones are fast, fluffy and evil

Well today was a busy day:

1. Ran 4 miles, minding my own business on the shoulder of the road
2. Got bitten by a little dog
3. Screamed "Your fucking little dog bit me" so loud doors opened and neighbors came out on yards
4. Had a protracted altercation with the old man owner who said things like, "Fluffy didn't really bite you, he just ripped your skin off with his claws."
5. Ran 4 miles home with blood dripping down my leg
6. Called the cops
7. Went to the ER
8. While waiting at the pharmacy counter for my antibiotics, bought a tube of really excellent Blistex

After that, nothing much happened for the rest of the day except Tom cramped up something fierce and I had to get him a banana. Also, despite a limp arm from the tetanus shot, I am enjoying rehydrated lips protected by a five-star rated UVA/UVB moisture shield.


(Apropos tetanus shots, the last time I achieved one, Tom and I were administering intravenous fluids to a cat. The IV bag hook slipped off the top of the Nordic Track and I skewered my index finger.)