Mine are dogs.
Calling at innumerable dwellings during the day I come across many of our canine cousins, mostly friendly old souls, but not all. This morning a poodle sunk it's teeth into my hand, and a few hours later whilst handing something across a hedge to a customer who was standing in her front garden a frantic but unseen yapping turned into a little Jack Russell who leapt up and played fetch with my arm. I don't like poodles much or trust them and I hate JR's with a passion. They should all be shipped of to Brasil and used as footballs in the forthcoming World Cup.
At least a phone call to the doctor's surgery confirmed my anti-tetanus was up to date so apart from being covered in sticking plasters from elbow to fingertips I seem to have survived. That made it three this year to date, just after Christmas another Jack Russell left his teeth in my calf. It's a bad year so far, normally it averages out at one bite per annum.
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