Love Bites

EJ, UnIncorporated

Love Bites

The dog was a 150 pound rottweiler named "Lieben." There's a story behind it, but as not to offend your sensibilities, I'll refrain from talking about it unless directly asked.

Whistling was a challenge for a while

I was twitchy around rotts for about a year after the incident. Not so twitchy anymore but I trust them about as far as I can throw them (which, I discovered that night, is about five feet).

My only regret is that we weren't on the ball enough to get pictures of the wounds when they were open. Really wild see-all-your-teeth-right-through-your-torn-cheek-and-hanging-flapping-lips (I had four lips until the surgeon put me back together).

It happened a few days before Thanksgiving, 2001, and I was thankful. The dog went for the throat and got the chin instead. Even more, it could've happened to somebody else [in the family] and there's no guarantee that they would've made it through. I did. In that respect, better that it happened to me than her (or anybody else).

Surprisingly, there was no swelling.

Kidding on the "no swelling" bit.

Ya know, "putting on the dog" can be fun. "Taking off the dog"...? Not so much.

What does it look like now?

Contemplation

Not half bad. This shot was taken (if I recall correctly) about a year after the incident. Look close and you can see the scar stretching from the lip to the chin. These days, it usually doesn't have much coloration at all unless it's really really cold – then it gets a bit pink. It is almost invisible.