Friction burns!
Aug. 8th, 2003 07:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nockergeekOw ow ow ow ow ow ow.
First of all, a bit of back info - Ein has one of those retractable leashes, with the cord rewinding into the handle. This will be important later.
Was walking Ein just now, when a trash truck drove by. For some reason, Ein's developed an intense hatred of big, loud trucks. If we pass 18-wheelers on the highway, he's sure to have a fit, barking his head off. Don't know why - must be a size thing, or maybe it's the noise. Anyway, the trash truck drives by, and it's big and loud, Ein starts barking at it, as is normal. Then his brain shuts down, and he does something remarkably stupid.
He charges the truck.
This catches me by surprise, and I try to hold on to his leash and lock the tether in place. My hand's just a little sweaty, though, and the leash slips from my hand. Ein starts bolting for the truck in earnest, which is backing up through the parking lot. There's no way the driver can see Ein, and the dumb dog is running straight for the wheels. To save my stupid, stupid dog-child, I make a mad grab for the leash. I don't get it though, but I hold on tightly to the first thing I do grab, which happens to be the cord. Ein's still pulling and running, and that cord is pulling through my grip, pulling lines of skin with it, and yet I finally get a solid hold, and pull the dog back to safety.
My left hand, however, is feeling the sacrifice. It feels like it's on fire right now. There's a good inch-long line of rope-burned flesh, all smooth and shiny and pink, on my wrist. There's also a "V" of burn-skin on the bottom of the first joint of my left pointer finger. It's pulling the skin taut and making typing hard. And, of course, there's the constant stinging pain I'm feeling. It's certainly going to make work interesting today.
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.
First of all, a bit of back info - Ein has one of those retractable leashes, with the cord rewinding into the handle. This will be important later.
Was walking Ein just now, when a trash truck drove by. For some reason, Ein's developed an intense hatred of big, loud trucks. If we pass 18-wheelers on the highway, he's sure to have a fit, barking his head off. Don't know why - must be a size thing, or maybe it's the noise. Anyway, the trash truck drives by, and it's big and loud, Ein starts barking at it, as is normal. Then his brain shuts down, and he does something remarkably stupid.
He charges the truck.
This catches me by surprise, and I try to hold on to his leash and lock the tether in place. My hand's just a little sweaty, though, and the leash slips from my hand. Ein starts bolting for the truck in earnest, which is backing up through the parking lot. There's no way the driver can see Ein, and the dumb dog is running straight for the wheels. To save my stupid, stupid dog-child, I make a mad grab for the leash. I don't get it though, but I hold on tightly to the first thing I do grab, which happens to be the cord. Ein's still pulling and running, and that cord is pulling through my grip, pulling lines of skin with it, and yet I finally get a solid hold, and pull the dog back to safety.
My left hand, however, is feeling the sacrifice. It feels like it's on fire right now. There's a good inch-long line of rope-burned flesh, all smooth and shiny and pink, on my wrist. There's also a "V" of burn-skin on the bottom of the first joint of my left pointer finger. It's pulling the skin taut and making typing hard. And, of course, there's the constant stinging pain I'm feeling. It's certainly going to make work interesting today.
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.
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on 2003-08-08 02:25 pm (UTC)