[semaj]

The event in question involved two dogs ganging up on one dog, each with a mouthful of either end. I put my hand in the middle and the dog I was trying to save got his head loose and bit my hand. At that instant I yelled out (volume set to Marine Corps loud) at which point all three dogs took off running in as many directions. I was left alone to examine the hole in my hand.

[Salamander]

Wow.

You sure have a much better voice than I.

What really irritated me, beyond the private gore-fest, is that I finally left the room to fetch Himself to help, and when I came back, they were both standing in the doorway, wagging their nubs and happy as clams.

I honestly expected to find one or both, dead.

For all I know, the *second* I shut the door behind me, they stopped.

Both of them seemed genuinely surprised by the copious amounts of blood I was trailing everywhere.

To all appearances, it was as though I’d spontaneously manifested punctures and spouted red fountains, for no reason at all.

Stigmata ‘Mander

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