Hurt Like Hell

The inch-and-a-half cut on my finger was from a punch I landed on a jerk at the grocery store. When he hit the ground, I bent down and said to him, “Ring that up with a coupon, Sally.” The cut was deep and I knew it would bleed. But the pain, it was instant and an immediate signal things weren’t going the way they were supposed to.

That’s a cool way to tell you about the cut on my finger. However, I’m not a vigilante. I’m a dog owner. Here’s the real story.

It all started on a beautiful Saturday morning. Rare in this bitter cold winter Nashville’s having. Taking advantage of every ray of warm sunlight, I ventured off to the dog park with Piper and Asia. It’s been awhile since we were in the habit of afternoon park visits. It was a great day, the dogs seemed friendlier than usual and there were multitudes of dogs and owners at the park that afternoon. Piper, the less social one, was more social. And I was, too. After chatting with a few folks, I rounded the girls up and we headed for the exit. That’s when it happened.

I was exiting and there was another group entering. When Asia saw the dogs waiting for us to pass through the gated entry, in her excitement she hurdled towards the dogs. Holding on to the leash with a death grip, my hand slammed into the gate latch and like I said, the pain was immediate. The cut on my finger reminded me of babies when they fall down and hit their head. They get up. It looks like they’re crying but you don’t hear anything. That’s when you know it’s going to be a doozy. The hysterics begin with a loud scream and it goes on from there. Likewise, my finger was cut, but there wasn’t any blood… yet. I knew it was coming so I did the best I could to be curb the flow. Instead of getting in the car, I let my finger soak up the sunlight, raising it as high as I could without looking like a weirdo, and blew on it occasionally.

So if we ever cross paths and you ask about my wound, I might say, “Hey, you should see the other guy!” but you’ll know the truth. I cut my finger protecting a young goat from a puma.

-Out of the Wilderness

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