I remember the last time I was bitten by a dog.

[flvegan]

I was breaking up a fight. He tore my hand all to hell. ER didn't put any stitches in, much to my surprise. They said that the skin needs to "breathe" to heal properly. I still have scars but they're very faint.

I did get 4 stitches once having a mole removed. I got 25 when I took a hockeystick/slapshot to the eyebrow, though.

Note: I did NOT shoot the opposing player, in case you're wondering.

Who else has been bitten by a dog? The pressure of the crushing of the jaw hurt more than the teeth, TBH.

[skygazer]

1. I got bit once when I worked at the racetrack

I had broken up a fight (using the water hose) and was bringing the dog that had been attacked back into the kennel. He was frightened and panicky and when another dog came close, he slashed sideways and caught me on the hand. No stitches, interesting little scar shaped like a teardrop, and no hard feelings.

I've never shot anyone for causing me stitches but I did once shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die. :blush:

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

2. I got torn up by a Lhasa Apso once

And I've been bitten by a German Shepherd. We had to put her down.











































About five years later, when she got cancer. She just got all riled up when my sister & I were fighting. All I got was a nasty bruise from her.

[flvegan]

3. I was bitten by a GSD. Ex police dog, on my paper route.

Still have that scar on my elbow. No stitches. Didn't shoot anyone, either.

[Jamastiene]

37. My worst ever bite was a Lhasa.

On the face, but it was my fault really.

[skygazer]

4. Oh, yeah, and I got bitten on my ass when I was about 7

I was trying to get away. :rofl:

Had to have the rabies series because they never did find the dog. That sucked far worse than the bite. :(

[FloridaJudy]

26. Been there, done that

I was bitten by a neighbor's cocker spaniel as a small child. I don't remember the bite, but I remember those shots hurt like hell. Turned out the dog wasn't rabid - just nasty-tempered - but since he'd bit me on the shoulder, they weren't taking chances.

[Richardo]

5. One of our JRTs got his paw caught in the pen we had him in - he bit me as I tried to free him

...once on each hand, right between the thumb and forefinger.

He was just panicked and acting on instinct - I could tell he felt bad for biting me immediately after he did it, and after I got him free he was VERY contrite. Poor guy.

[Xipe Totec]

6. I got bitten by a baby shark

Them suckers are nasty, even after they're dead.

Took 20 years for the scars on my fingers to totally disappear.

[Gormy Cuss]

7. I was bitten by a Chihuahua

Nasty little bite on my shin -- it hurt like hell. I was so traumatized that I've never been able to enter a Taco Bell. Okay, that second part was a lie.

[Xipe Totec]

9. Pekignese for me

Right on the lip. My moustache still grows crooked.

[bigwillq]

12. That dog is so cute!

:)

[Gormy Cuss]

13. Puppies. Hard not to like'em. n/t

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

8. Got bitten by a cocker spaniel when I was about four.

It wasn't a bad bite at all, but I was scared to death of cocker spaniels for years afterwards. I have also been bitten by a cat, which was much worse.

(But I didn't shoot either of them.)

[petronius]

16. I think that was my last dog-bite, as well - vicious little creature

Thanks, grandma - nice pet choice! :)

[LostinVA]

10. Mick bit me teh second day we had him

Mick bit me the second day we had him: I was goofing with a punching bag at Haruka's Mom, and it scared Mick, and he jumped and grabbed my elbow. Hurt like fucking HELL, and broke the skin. I was very bruised and stiff for a week or so.

We still have him. He's a wonderful dog: smart, affectionate, protective.

I did not get a golf club and beat him to death, nor get rid of him. Why? IT WAS MY FAULT FOR SCARING HIM.

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

11. Remember the time he went nuts when I was imitating Paula Abdul dancing the "I Am Your Brother Song"

Turns out Mick didn't like my dancing.

[ThomCat]

14. I've only been bitten by a dog once, when I was a kid.

I was petting a neighbor's dog that had always been very friendly and for some reason he snapped at me and bit my hand.

I really don't understand why people turned it into a flame war, and are keeping it going across multiple threads.

Is it because a gun was mentioned/involved? :shrug:

[flvegan]

15. Ouch.

And I have no idea what flamewar/multiple threads you're talking about, Thom. I'm just posting a purely innocent thread about my experience asking others for theirs.

O8)

[Haole Girl]

17. I was attacked by my 'Bear' 13 years ago

Got me in the eyelid. Even though I have a droopy eyelid on one side, I am grateful to this day I never gave up on him.

[LostinVA]

18. What a pretty boy!

[Haole Girl]

19. Thanks

Just posted another pic of him in a pic thread I started. :hi:

[DeepBlueC]

20. I got bit in the face by an Akita on Christmas Day

I knelt on one knee to pet him and he nipped me. I had done the house tour with the dog and his owner and we were in the kitchen with my bro and his wife when this happened. Eight stitches in my lip, five more on my nose. Later I had plastic surgery on my nose. It was just scary. Lots of blood. Fortunately this was a get-together at a neighbor's after the family Christmas dinner had wrapped up so I didn't miss the occasion.

The cops showed up at the hospital to investigate (the hospital must have called them; I certainly did not) and I was most concerned with saying what I thought would protect the dog.

[quakerboy]

21. No, But I was once bit on the septum by a Ferret

I learned not to hold a ferret upside down over my face. He was a good beast even then, and didn't break the skin, but boy did that hurt. I did teach him not to bite after that, but I did not find it necessary to end his little life.

Wait... I lie. I have been bit by a dog. My uncle has a unruly mutt thats got some Lab and some Sharpei in her. No one ever taught that fucker to play nice. I try not to play, because I expect to win. And so does she. Which means if we play, someones getting hurt. But no shooting yet.

[Common Sense Party]

30. That would be a good name for a band.

Ferret Face Bite.

[quakerboy]

33. Or Septum Weasel

[Common Sense Party]

38. That sounds even better. n/t

[Lil Missy]

22. My pooch bit me once. And it sure never crossed my mind to shoot him!

Actually, I felt really bad about it. This was a 4th of July week, and I had been sedating him because the fireworks upset him. Just a yearly ritual, ya know? This was when he could still hear things.

I had noticed that he was acting strangely, but I chalked it up to the fireworks crap. I noticed one day that his paw and a few nails looked bad while he was parked next to me. I picked up his paw to get a look at it, and he bit me. And snarled at me.

I knew this was not at all normal for him. He'd NEVER bite me. I got a look at his paw, and it looked infected. I called the vet immedialtely.

He had a couple nails that got pulled out somehow, and got infected. They took him to surgery the next morning. Removed a couple nails, and the infection was so bad they had to amputate part of his paw.

Well, I felt horrible that it got that bad. He'd been giving me the signs that he was hurting, but I thought it was all about the fireworks. And I kept sedating him.

He had to wear a cast for 6 weeks after that surgery. Needless to say, I felt like shit!

As far as dog fights go, yeah, I've intervened in a couple. My dog is a dumbshit, and only goes for the ones twice his size. He was on a leash both times, and I just pulled him up and held him, or one time I had to lay on top of him while the other owner got his dog under control. I was thinking with mine, are you an idiot? Or fuckin' suicidal? Jeebus!

It certainly never occurred to me to shoot and kill the other dog! Good gawd, that's just barbaric.

Somebody here needs a pizza.

[bluedigger]

23. When I was a kid

I went to see the neighbor kid at my great grandpa's place on a visit. Nobody home but their German Shepherd. It barked, I turned and ran, and it got me in the calf. Had jeans on and it just broke the skin. Only bit me once. I never ran from a dog again.

[femmocrat]

24. Tons of times.

The worst one was from my sister's dog who sank his teeth into the triangle of skin next to my right thumb. I got too close to her and he was protecting her, I guess.

She still has him, "for protection."

[BarenakedLady]

25. A little German dog

And by German, I mean by birth. It was in Germany. I think it was due to the language barrier.

Either that or he was just a little shit. :P

[City of Mills]

27. I got stung by a bee once

Damn straight I shot the motherfucker, .45 cal round was probably bigger than the little bastard. Sting that, beeyotch! I still have a scar from the sting...or maybe it's a freckle, I don't remember.

[Lil Missy]

29. You shot a bee with a gun?

Don't you see that's a bit of overkill?

Like killing a fly with a bazooka?

That's kinda ridiculous.

I think you just like guns.

[Flaxbee]

28. a good friend had a very very serious injury to her face

and was just lucky her eye wasn't involved. You see, a full grown male wolf bit her. She'd adopted the animal from someone who had thought it'd be cool to have him in his dining room, until - whoops! - he got really, REALLY big.

So my friend, who had some land, took the wolf in. He took very well to their other dogs, and was a gentle soul, until one night a black bear was wandering around the neighborhood and my friend, upon bending down to the wolf to kiss him goodnight, as she'd done for years, came away with damn near half her face torn off. The wolf reacting to the bear in his territory. And being startled by my friend (the wolf had started to lose his hearing).

She most certainly had stitches, and plastic surgery. You can't tell a thing happened to her (she says she can tell, but no one else can). And they kept the wolf until he was an old man, and failing, and then they had him gently put to sleep. She refused to have him put down after the incident because he was immediately contrite (you can tell when an animal knows s/he's done the wrong thing), and she didn't want retribution to be the wolf's last memory. She loved him. It was an accident.

[Shell Beau]

31. I was also trying to break up a fight. My two male dogs got into a fight.

I tried to break them up. Not a bright idea. My hand got in the way. It hurt like hell too. Off to the doc I went. No stiches, but my hand had to get bandaged up pretty good. I learned that you never try to get in between 2 fighting dogs. We all lived here. Dogs and me!

[Chan790]

32. I can't count the number of times I've been bitten...

I tend to be nervous and high-strung around dogs. The smaller they are the worse I am. I was badly bitten (as in mauled and hospitalized by a feral dog (a large Shepard mutt) when I was a small child (about 4.) and I've never really been fully comfortable around dogs since.

[Droopy]

34. I had a dog try to eat my arm when I was 8

I love dogs and cats. I always have. One time I was out on a friend of the family's farm and the farmer owned a black lab. The dog was chained right outside of his dog house. As soon as we got there the farmer told me to stay away from the dog. He said the dog was mean to everyone but him and that he'd bite me.

Being 8 and all and loving dogs seemed to be a mixture for not heeding the farmer's warning. I was playing outside and I kept looking over at the dog. He was standing at the maximum length his chain would allow him and looking at me. I figured that maybe that dog was mean to other people, but he wouldn't be to me if I approached him slowly and held out my arm in a non-aggressive kind of way.

I got up to the dog, who never moved or barked until I got to him, and patted him on the head. As quick as lightening that dog grabbed my arm in his mouth, clamped down, and tried to rip my arm out its socket. I managed to get free of the dog before I was seriously injured.

I had 4 puncture wounds and they treated me similarly as you at the hospital. They treated the injury, but did not give me any stitches, just a bunch of shots. I think the ordeal scared me more than anything.

[Jamastiene]

35. When I groomed dogs, I learned the little ones bite faster

and have much sharper teeth. They could (and some did) rip you to shreds faster than a big dog, in that situation, at least.

I lost count of how many times I got bitten. The vast majority were puppies who had never been bathed before. As I got better at it though, I got bitten less and the puppies (and grown dogs who'd never had any water on them) began to relax more.

At first, I thought keeping good control of the dogs was overly domineering. One day my boss told me that learning to control them better and to work with them better while bathing them would better train me for clipping their hair. You don't want a dog struggling all over the place while you are using scissors and clippers on it. You'd hurt the dog in that situation and you don't want to do that, now, do you? That's just how she put it to me. Then, I understood better.

I got better at it and got bitten much less often as the years went by. I got good enough at it to start clipping matted cats, grooming ferrets, a hamster, a few pot bellied pigs, and I don't remember what all else in the smaller animals category I found myself washing and clipping and clipping their nails and other assorted tasks.

You'd think grooming animals every day would be a fun job and it is fun when you have regulars that come every single week for a bath. You really get close to them and get attached. What's not fun, though, is when you get the call that they won't be coming any more because they got hit by a car, or died of old age, or died because some redneck asshole shot them. That always sucked. I actually sat down and cried on more than one occasion when I got those types of phone calls. I loved Thursdays. Those were my bathing days. I just washed the weekly regulars (several dogs and 2 cats on those days.) I still remember their names: Rumple, Droopy, Sparkles, Boomer, Seiko(my heart), Skipper, and Ahmet (another one that was perfect for me but went nuts if anyone else touched him). I was the first one that ever groomed Ahmet. He didn't want anyone else touching him and the others barely ever washed him one time before saying never again. I was the only one who'd touch him and he was absolutely perfect for me. They marveled at how perfect he was for me, because he was a holy terror for everybody else. He liked me better, just like Droopy did. :evilgrin:

One of the other bad things about grooming is "Groomer's Back." Even though it's been 15 years since I groomed dogs, that back pain is still there. That never leaves you. Oh yeah, and ticks and fleas. Flea bites and finding ticks are no joy either.

Still, I was very lucky. My worst bite was a Lassa Apso that I got too comfortable with. It wasn't a Thursday weekly regular. It was a Saturday sometimes type. I picked it up and laid it across my shoulder like I did other ones I was more used to. That seems to make them more comfortable to actually hold them that way. Cats too, usually. Mistake on my part. It got me on my right lower jaw and would NOT let go. I bled like a stuck pig and had the worst purplish blackish bruises amidst the holes. Luckily, I didn't scar too bad.

Then there was Ling Ling, the Shih Tzu. zOMG, you'd have thought I killed that dog every single time I even looked at her. She screamed bloody murder and tried to bite me every single time I touched her, even to pet her. I was the only one left who'd touch her. The rest had said, "Hell Fuck No, I won't touch that dog again!"

Guess who ALWAYS got stuck with the biters and the hard dogs? Guess? Yup, me. I was the last one left in the shop who'd even touch Ling Ling. Her owner cried and begged my boss AND me the day my boss told her we wouldn't be grooming her any more. Somehow, her owner knew I was a pushover for a crying woman. I don't know if that was instinct or what, but I caved.

We worked it out where she'd bring Ling in later in the day and leave her less time in the shop. That did the trick. She had been bringing her in before work and coming back 8 hours later to get her. It turned out that was making Ling claustrophobic and irritated. Once we hashed out that deal to try try again that way instead of leaving her all day, Ling became one of the sweetest ones of them all. Go figure. It was just a hunch I had and my boss told me all responsibility for that one was on me because she didn't think we should deal with her hateful ass any more. She was no longer hateful. She was just tired of being left in there all day. I sensed it because I hated being stuck in the groomer's shop all damn day long on a Saturday, my favorite day of the week, too. Ling and I became like kindred spirits after that. I cried like a baby when she died too. Too many hard cases no one else would touch sucked the tears right out of me. I don't know why I actually got closest to the hard ones only I would touch.

One caveat though comes from working with dogs that long. You become way too comfortable with even strange dogs. It can get you in trouble. Working with them on a daily basis sort of puts you at ease after a while. You start thinking you are one of the pack, usually the alpha. I'm friends with every dog in my neighborhood (that's lots of them too), except one. He's the hard case. He's a jumpy little fella. He'll probably bite me one day when I'm picking ticks off of him or something. Then he'll break my heart and die one day not long after I get attached. I just know it.

[cwydro]

36. A pekinese, believe or not,

when I was running.

I didn't shoot it. Didn't even kick it.

I did call it a bad name though.

[no name no slogan]

39. Fuck it.

Note to self-- read threads before posting. Especially first post.

[belladonna]

40. I got bit once my my mother's poodle

She liked to go outside in the afternoon and lay in the sun and nap, so my father hooked her up outside for an hour or two outside. Unfortunately, a black Lab got loose in the neighborhood and came into our yard and attacked her. I heard the commotion outside and ran out to try to break it up, but she was in pretty bad shape by the time I'd chased the Lab away. When I picked her up to take her to my car and rush her to the vet clinic, she was in shock and freaked out so bad that she clamped down on my hand and wouldn't let go. She didn't make it, btw :( Fortunately, this was one time that the owner was punished and not the dog and the Lab was NOT put down. The owner had to pay the vet bills and some fines and I think he learned his lesson about controlling his dog. It seemed that way anyway, because I never saw the dog running loose again.

You're right about the crushing of the jaw hurting more than the teeth. It was just sort of hard for me to believe that a tiny poodle could clamp down that hard, but I guess the trauma of what she went through made it possible.

[Inchworm]

41. I got tore up fairly bad once or twice

between a chow (mine) and a boxer/pit mix (dumbfuck neighbor's)

Their dog would bee-line for my laid back Chow laying on the porch every time he broke out of the prison chains he lived in. I'd jump right in there with them swinging. Yup, most my pains after weren't so much filled with broken skin and blood. It was usually the fact that I couldn't lift my arms above my head.

There are better ways and I was probably mostly lucky. Never freaking shot a dog for being a dog though.

Yesterday's excitement was with a foster who has fostered before. She usually took in mid-range models and this was a first for her with a chihuahua mix. Evidently, her Heeler and other dog occasionally had scuffled with other dogs but one usually gave in. Chihuahuas don't have that switch in their brain lol.. None of the dogs were hurt. She got punched/scratched a bit. When I saw her after reassigning the Chihuahua she was worried to death and pale as a ghost. I grinned a lot.

Dogs are cool.

:hi:

[SacredCow]

42. Several times....

Once, on the face by a great dane when I was 6 years old... THAT was quite an event...

[wartrace]

43. My last dog bite was from Larry my dog- nipped me on the forehead.

In his defense he was trying to bite his daddy and my head was in the way. I shot him (with my handy spray bottle). He looked so hurt that I would shoot him in the face with water. Of course I looked so hurt with the bleeding bump on my forehead....... Both of the guys were up on the bed & I sat up when they were growling at each other......

The time before that was a female cocker spaniel. I had stopped at a local farm to let them know one of their cows was out & standing in the middle of the road. I wouldn't have stopped but it was around dusk, the cow was black & the speed limit on the road is 55mph. I knocked on the door and this little cocker comes running around & she started biting on my leg (didn't hurt-just tugging on the jeans). The lady came to the door and says "Oh, she doesn't like men", I said "It would appear she doesn't". She did thank me for letting her know and the dog let go of my leg when I got back in my truck.