He's one of those little Jack Russell Terriers. Man I don't know who Jack Russell was but he must have been one feisty little motherfucker.

I went over to talk to my neighbor about taking my garbage out to the curb while I'm out of town. She brought the dog out with her so it wouldn't wake up the kids. While we chatted the dog ran around barking at me, all feisty and assholey. My neighbor mentioned that Everett only ever bit one person, some teenager a bunch of years ago. Hearing this, I reflexively bent down and offered Everett my hand to sniff, which he did. Then he let me pet him on the head for a bit, and it was as if we were long lost pals.

Jesus. It was like hearing that he bit someone only once, long ago, meant he was totally safe and I should try to pet him.

Anyway something clicked while I was petting his head and he bit the hell out of my right hand, on the palm, on that fleshy meaty part below my thumb. I tried to joke about it but there was a lot of blood, so, well, whatever.

It's like a combination tear/puncture. Looks awful. I cleaned it out with soap, water, antibacterial rinse, peroxide, and neosporin. Looks like the blood is soaking through the bandage.

Little punkass dog.

I'm not sure I want to go to the hospital because I'm afraid they'll let the cops know and something will happen to their dog. And it's a family dog; nothing but broken hearts and hard feelings if something went down. And I sure as hell don't want rabies shots, even if I need one. I've heard nothing but horror stories about those.

Goddamn pain in the ass dog.