Last night a dog named Bruno bit me hard and unprovoked.
This wasn’t just a nip and there was no warning.
When I turned to leave the house, Bruno pranced forward as though he wanted to leave with us.
Instead, he opened his maw wide and plunged his canines into the back of my leg, the back of my knee.
I know this dog. I have rubbed his sweet belly.
He’s not my friend any more.
Bruno has all of his shots, but I have now been initiated into the fraternal order of dog bite recipients.
Little fucker!
