I visited my mother this weekend (Friday to Saturday) since it's a train ride away I stay and sleep in my old room... well what's left of it. Back then I had barely moved before she painted it and got rid of the stuff I couldn't take with me... so the tiny room now only holds a bed, still with the old sheets with skulls from when I was a teenager... by now there's more holes in them than there's skulls! But anyways... My mum has a dog and 3 cats, I see them as mine too and I love them. They're a big part of why I go 'home' that often at all... (I'm actually allergic to cats but I love when the ginger cat sleeps on my pillow even if I struggle to breathe...) The dog and I have often played a little 'rough'... which means I come from behind to tickle him and he 'play growls' about it and will softly chew my hand. We've always done that and he knows the difference between playing and going too far. It's one of the ways he gets exercise and it hasn't hurt him. He's not a violent dog, far from it actually. He's so gentle and sweet. Friday I wanted to play the game with him, I came to 'tackle pet' him but I didn't see he was asleep and he must have been dreaming. He snarled and bit me in the face. His teeth had split my lip and left a wound on my cheek with a streak going down my cheek from my eye. The poor dog was so sorry, I didn't yell at him but he knew it was wrong and he spent the entire weekend trying to make it up to me while I just tried to pretend like nothing happened. But it hurts like hell and I'm so scared how it will heal up. I am trying to keep it clean and treat it as well as I know how. I had to take the train home yesterday and do some grocery shopping and got so many stares... you know, those double takes and then they look away in shame. Or look so sorry... I've been beaten most of my life but my face was usually spared. This is exactly what I need!! I've been trying to work on getting out of my flat more as I'm starting to get really bad socio and agrophobia. GRRR!