My Leg Wound

It was a redirected bite. I don't blame Brenda. It was my fault, but it sure hurt and is still healing.

I had Brenda on leash and was walking her into the kitchen for a reason I can't remember right now and at the exact same time Porter was walking out of the kitchen. Brenda, because she is a miserable little creature sometimes, tried to bite Porter.

My instinct was to pull her away from Porter and in the hoopla, I accidentally pulled her snarling jaws into my left thigh. One puncture and two pinches resulted in three scabs. I was out of commission for a few hours.

It all happened when Ben made a run to the store. When he left, I was fine, folding laundry, and when he returned, I was bleeding through my favorite sweat pants.