Why you don’t mess with farm dogs.

I’ve been slacking lately, but I already mentioned that in my last post. So here is the eggplant curry I made a while back. Baigan bhartha I believe its called though my spelling is probably wrong. Anyway, it was delicious.

Baigan Bhartha

And on to what the title of this post alludes to. So today, my mom and I took my little munchkin, Scruffy, to the vet. We thought why not try to take my brother’s dog too. Max doesn’t have any of his shots and well, thats illegal as well as ill-advised. Max is a lovable, if not powerful and rambunctious, black lab-blue heller mix. He’s always been my buddy, but that didn’t matter today. Because I was trying to get him into the cab of the truck, the last place on Earth he wanted to be. Max has a fear of vehicles that results in injury quite often for the person trying to get him into it. 


Long story short, coaxing wasn’t working so I tried to fashion a muzzle. But that clearly didn’t work since as soon as I tried to pick him up he reeled back and clamped onto my arm. Thats how I ended up with this beauty.

The Wrath of MaxThe picture really doesn’t do it justice. The purple is much more vivid. The purple (which is my blood mind you) has now reached the edge of my tattoo so it looks rather interesting. This will make for some interesting stories tomorrow at work.


1 thought on “Why you don’t mess with farm dogs.

  1. You poor thing! I got bitten on my thigh by a dog that was a client of ours and my whole thigh went dark purple, I could hardly walk on it and I still have the scar. I hope yours heals up much faster than mine did!

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