Bad Dog

In late August, as I was walking around the lake, someone called my name. I stopped and turned to talk to him and OW! His dog had just bit my right elbow. It didn't seem to be bleeding much but was very sore. When I got home I was able to take a closer look. There was no puncture, just sort of a scrape, swelling and a nasty looking bruise. Going to the ER didn't seem worth it, so I just washed it off and slathered it in antibiotic ointment. The guy who stopped me was someone I didn't recognize from high school. He was very apologetic about his dog who was a rescue that still needed to work on socialization. I don't blame the dog (and please let me pet your dog), but it does serve as a reminder to avoid people from high school.