A Biting Confession

I bit The Blond.

They say the first step to recovery is to admit you have a problem. I'm not sure I'm ready to go there, but I clearly do have an issue which I should probably address.

Biting The Blond (or should I say alleged blond), was simply a case of miss placed frustration. You see The Blond travels with a Red Head. A big, happy, obedient, Red Head who really ticks me off with his cheerful, patient demeanor and liaise faire attitude. The Blond and The Red Head can really set me off!

The Blond had knee problems and was invited on our walk with Lady to loosen up the joint and gain a little strength. We were walking down the path towards my park when The Red Head looked at me ......and smiled. It was one of those schmarmy smiles some dogs get when they're happy or content. How could The Red Head be content? We were in a park for God's sake! Surrounded by all kinds of danger! There were Austraillian Cattle dogs laying low in the grass, Pomeranians coming out the woods, and mixed breeds (of a lesser nature than I) running along side their people! I needed to let The Red Head know we were on high alert so I lunged at him. Well, somewhere between me and The Red Head, The Blond's fingers got in the way and my nice little "Hey Buddy, (nip nip) look alive" turned into a river of blood gushing down The Blond's hands.

Hoo Boy, that was a tactical error on my part. I should have anticipated possible human contact in my trajectory towards The Red Head. I just didn't have time, nor a calculator. I was just as surprised as anyone to see what I had done and immediately felt regret. Regret, but not remorse. Regret, because in my attempt to alert Big Red I hurt The Blond and made Lady mad. Remorse? Not so much-not familiar with it.

All's well that ends well. The Blond found toilet paper in the restrooms at the park and fashioned a lovely white mitten around her fingers. We were able to complete our walk in relative calm and The Red Head has never walked with us again! The Blond has forgiven me and lets me curl up on her lap when ever she comes by for Margaritas! OLE!