Reluctant Education

Pepper bit me last night. This is a dog that I've had for 11 years and has never once bitten anyone. Not including puppy, play bites. Pepper always felt bad when she even hurt someone accidentally. And we always said that with the way she could tear apart a toy, if she meant to hurt someone, they would be hurt a lot worse. We were right.

Pepper and I were playing with her donut toy, and she accidentally bit me trying to get a better grip on the donut. So I pushed her away. I suppose I hurt her because that's when she snarled and bit down on the index finger of my right hand. I was shocked, but I would have quickly forgiven it if Pepper acted sorry. But she didn't. She growled as I dragged her by her collar into the kitchen.

It hurt, so much that when I saw the wound I thought she had bitten through my entire finger but after I cleaned it up and wrapped it up, I just went about my business. But I woke up early this morning (4-5am) because of the pain. I couldn't move the finger or bend it and it was massively swollen. So I took the now-normal Pepper outside and then skipped off to the hospital to see if my finger was broken.

It's not, though it hurts to do anything with my right hand. I'm taking pepper to the vet tomorrow to see if anything is wrong. Thankfully no one has suggested I put her down, not even my parents, who I would have expected it from.

Something I did find out though, through this regrettable experience, was that either the staff at Forsyth Memorial is exceptionally nice or people are very sympathetic to a bewildered looking 22 year old man in pajama pants who is clutching his hand.