And another scar, but our own dog this time.
When I was about 12 or so, we had a black lab/alsation cross called Lucky, who had one or two behaviour issues (he was okay with us, but we finally had to have him put down, because we couldn't risk him around people).
Well, one lovely sunny day, he was lying at the clothes line with a bone (but I didn't know that at the time). I wandered out and just stroked him on the top of the head and said "Hello, Lucky" - and with a growl, he wheeled round and sank his teeth into my arm.
I had a trip down to the hospital, some paper stitches, and I've got a half inch scar on my right forearm.
But the poor dog was so apologetic afterwards! And I guess it was partly my fault...
When I was about 12 or so, we had a black lab/alsation cross called Lucky, who had one or two behaviour issues (he was okay with us, but we finally had to have him put down, because we couldn't risk him around people).
Well, one lovely sunny day, he was lying at the clothes line with a bone (but I didn't know that at the time). I wandered out and just stroked him on the top of the head and said "Hello, Lucky" - and with a growl, he wheeled round and sank his teeth into my arm.
I had a trip down to the hospital, some paper stitches, and I've got a half inch scar on my right forearm.
But the poor dog was so apologetic afterwards! And I guess it was partly my fault...
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