I got bite by a dog!

Imagine it...I'm at a very festive and lively holiday cocktail party...

Side note: I did win a prize for the cocktail I brought to the party...I made an adult version of  Ecto-Cooler: 

Now, imagine...a ferocious red dachshund comes flying down the stairs.  
(I tried looking for a ferocious looking dachshund photo...I couldn't find any...and to protect the identity of the dog in question, I won't be posting a picture of him, even though I have a billion of those...)

Yep, that's how it happened...and that's how I got this:

OK, so he didn't necessarily come charging at me.  Maybe it was my own fault.  Maybe he was just having a moment of social anxiety.  Maybe I shouldn't have used my foot to block him from getting into a bag of garbage that had chocolate in it.  Coulda, woulda, shoulda...

It really hurt for like the next week or so.  Of course, I had to work and that meant I had to wear close toed shoes.  It was really hard to walk for the first few days.

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Flash forward a month...the dachshund and I are still friends.  We still hang out and stuff.  The healing process has been moving along and I still have a nice looking scab and will probably have a minor permanent scar.

Photo taken on Jan 17th.