Animal Encounters: Part 2

Yesterday I decided to try running to the right instead of to the left of the house. The dogs down that way turned out to be not so friendly and I came home with six teeth marks sunk into my calf.  Leave it to a Jones.

When Grandpa saw all the blood he set the emergency communication chain in action. Within a few minutes most of the Reed family knew what had happened and I was still cleaning the cuts feeling silly. Here I was supposed to be taking care of my grandpa and he had to take me to the doctor. After everyone was duly informed Grandpa and I set off for the urgent care center in Rigby, about 16 minutes away. Anyway, after lots of blood, numbing, and scrubbing the doctor put a couple stitches in each of the deeper cuts and prescribed an antibiotic.

Then we discovered they automatically call the sheriff's office for dog bites and the sheriff's assistant came down to the doctor's so he could take my statement and get pictures of the bite. It was exciting.

Ironically, I have been bit by a dog before when I was little. That time, I was staying with my Grandma and she took me to the hospital for stitches on my face.  Hopefully, I don't keep having these type of run-ins. In any case I've got some great stories with scars to back them up so it's all worth it. And as far as running goes, from here on out I'll choose the left. :)