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Yeah, I take your point entirely Anna, I had a job as a milkman for a while, and while it's definitely not true about the bored, lonely housewives, or at least it wasn't on my round anyway, you do tend to pick up a not entirely irrational loathing for man's best friend doing that sort of thing, when he's lying in wait for you every bastard morning, apparently doing his level best to rip out your throat.
On the plus side though, I have actually been bitten by a dog, and it's not so bad. It happened on holiday in Guatemala a couple of years ago, I was walking down the street just minding my own business when this stray mangey cur appeared round the corner and took a bite out my leg. Under the circumstances, it seemed like a good idea to get rabies shots, which aren't all that funny, twice in the stomach every day for a fortnight, but then again, on the other hand, this happened right at the end of my holiday - In this situation, I couldn't really be expected to fly back for work, now could I, I mean no one's going to argue with that as an excuse, so as a result I got two extra weeks of annual leave that year, with only the mild discomfort of the shots as a negative - They do tend to hurt at the time of course, but I found that if you have a beer immediately afterwards, the pain tends to dissipate fairly quickly.
All of which is saying, in fairly roundabout way, that none of this would have happened if I'd been bitten by a cat. |
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