i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
11:31 PM: biting the hand that feeds you
i got bitten by a dog tonight. i went to deliver some artist's way flyers for the creative arts therapy week coming up; they'll have an info table & they invited me to be included. when i rang the bell there was a lot of scuffling and barking: "just a minute," someone called as they herded a dog upstairs. when they open the door, there was another dog downstairs that was eager to meet me being held back by a woman on the couch. i didn't want to stay, but i was ushered in and i left the manilla envelope on the table. the dog seemed curious but not threatening, so i held my hand out for it to sniff, whereupon it promptly bit me.
everyone was shocked and surprised and horrified and appalled; i managed to leap back and they managed to grab the dog before it could bite again, though it clearly wanted to. it took a few seconds for the pain to hit, and then my finger went numb. i rinsed the wounds out in the sink but they couldn't find bandages, so i left to give them & their dogs a chance to calm down. sven was waiting for me out in the car because we were on our way to michael's. the adrenalin & fear & pain hit me all at once and i started to cry, fumbling for the emergency kit in the car for bandaids & an alcohol prep pad.
i've never been a big dog person. people complain cats are aloof, but i think dogs are unpredictable & dangerous. cats are more apt to hide than attack, and when a cat's mad you'll usually have plenty of warning, and they just can't do nearly as much damage. now this will cause an awkwardness where i wanted an ally.
[update 02.21: i got a message from the woman; she apologized and said the dog was abused and is "wary" around strangers. i wish she had said that *before* i was bitten.]