You think you know a dog... then he bites your nose off. Well, not really, but he did some damage for sure. Here we go! So I was checking on him after hearing a strange noise, which I later realized was the sound of him chomping on his Crunchers*, and as I stooped to look beneath the kitchen table area I was mauled. Sure enough... BLOOD!

    So my dad drove me to the emergency room and they took their sweet time on treating me. A couple hours later I was glued up and ready for redemption. When I got home I kicked Sammy into the middle of the street and he was killed. I'm totally kidding, although it did cross my mind. He's doing just fine actually, while I am sitting here not getting any girlz because of my jacked up nose. Then again, it's always been jacked. Hey at least chicks dig scars... right?

*Sammy's food. Named Crunchers after the sound he makes while eating them.