Folks, I hope you don't mind that I take an evening off here.
I had a rough day at work and then CharlieGodammit bit the fuck out of me when I was pulling his coyote fighting stitches. I didn't hurt him, it was just something strange going on around his owie. My mistake, I should've had my psycho neighbor Bruce do it while I held him down.
He healed up fine and he didn't draw much blood when his muzzle strap slipped and he bit my leg, but he's feeling all bad about it now and I can't keep the big fucker out of my lap.
Seriously, you ever have a dog lick your hand until it's raw?