A dog chewed up my hand and took a little chunk out of a finger. It happened at the movie rental place. It was my own fault for trying to pet the thing; I held my hand up for a sort of retriever mix in the back of a truck parked next to mine to smell and he took three of my fingers into his mouth. We had a little game of tug of war over my fingers. The first thing that ran through my mind is “My fingers are in that dog’s mouth.” The second thing was “Why would he do that?” It didn’t even hurt, I just felt the pressure of him biting down. And I wasn’t even nervous or scared when it was going on. I just thought I needed to get my fingers out of there. I mean I never even took my other hand out of my pocket. When I pulled my fingers out, I got out of there quickly, mostly because I was embarrised and worried the owner saw it. I’m lucky he didn’t break my index finger and I got away with only a little chunk of skin missing and some bite marks.
I don’t even know why I did it. I’ve never tried to pet a dog I didn’t know before; I’ve always know better. I guess it was because I was in a good mood, and the dog had come over closer to me as I was trying to get into my truck and it was looking at me. I’m not even mad at the thing. You can’t blame an animal for behaving the way it does. Anyway, my hand hurts now, my index finger is swollen and stiff, and thinking about the incident is making me sick to my stomach.