Dog. Teeth. My face. These things don’t mix. Remember that folks. Not pretty.

(It wasn’t my puppy Grrr that chose my face as its next meal, it was a big black asshole dog. They called him a Heeler, which I’m getting means he’s one of those dogs that herds cattle. So I guess he bites shit for a living. Also… this is now my third 4th of July in a row where a Tetanes shot is required.)