In other news, have any of you ever been bitten by a dog? I have. Sunday afternoon I was at the office with pretty much all of my team. We were working on a project that was due on Monday. Anyway, my boss took her doggie named Sofie, to work. Now Sofie is a small, pudgy, adorable little Bulldog. Cutest thing ever! Sofie had been to the office before and was friendly and playful with all of us. Well for whatever reason, she decided to lunge at me yesterday. I instinctively put my hands over my face. She got a hold of two of my fingers and bit the hell out of them in the process. I have a high threshold for pain. Or I did until yesterday. That cutest thing ever bit me so hard I cried out in pain. What happened next is still kind of murkish for me. I know that my boss grabbed Sofie and there was yelling involved (or maybe it was my screaming) and one of my coworkers led me to the kitchen sink where she proceeded to wash my hand out and then drove me to the nearest Urgent Care to have it looked at. I really didn't think that was necessary, my boss assured me that Sofie had all her shots and they were up to date. But still, everyone insisted, so I went. I remember this and I remember the pain distinctly. I've never felt anything like it before. I'm a dog lover. My siblings and I always had pets growing up. But none of them ever bit us before. Ugh. I felt bad for Sofie and I felt bad for my boss because she was beside herself with worry for me. In the end, I have big ol ugly teeth marks, broken skin, a little bruising and swelling and slight discomfort. The scars will heal and the pain is almost forgotten. Almost. Sofie is not welcome at the office anynore and that sucks a little.
Oh well, tune in tomorrow for Snow day in Houston: The Aftermath.