Last night I go over to a guy's house.
He's a harp player and I'm putting a band together.
He has an OLD dog...medium sized.
He tells me don't touch the dog.
It comes up to me, looks up, wags its tail a little, so I put my hand near it (fingers curled up) to let it get a whiff of me (is this REALLY what you're supposed to do with a dog? Why do we do this?) and the dog sinks its teeth into the back of my hand. Not a nip.
It wasn't letting go and I more or less tore my hand out of its mouth.
Hurt like F.
The rest of the evening, the dog keeps coming up to me, sniffing and wagging its tail like it wants to be friends.
I kept my hands on my guitar.
I played with a hanky wrapped around my hand.
Spent the night with it elevated, but as soon as I got out of bed, it started bleeding pretty good.
So, you ask, Aside from that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?
The guy is a damn good harp player and a nice guy... I think I'll put him in the band.
The dog, on the other hand, does not get the gig.
He's a harp player and I'm putting a band together.
He has an OLD dog...medium sized.
He tells me don't touch the dog.
It comes up to me, looks up, wags its tail a little, so I put my hand near it (fingers curled up) to let it get a whiff of me (is this REALLY what you're supposed to do with a dog? Why do we do this?) and the dog sinks its teeth into the back of my hand. Not a nip.
It wasn't letting go and I more or less tore my hand out of its mouth.
Hurt like F.
The rest of the evening, the dog keeps coming up to me, sniffing and wagging its tail like it wants to be friends.
I kept my hands on my guitar.
I played with a hanky wrapped around my hand.
Spent the night with it elevated, but as soon as I got out of bed, it started bleeding pretty good.
So, you ask, Aside from that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?
The guy is a damn good harp player and a nice guy... I think I'll put him in the band.
The dog, on the other hand, does not get the gig.