Sunday afternoon, I set out for my longest run yet, 10 miles. The weather was just about perfect – cool and overcast. I was coming off my first 5K race the day before, and I was feeling good. The run started off well enough, but then about halfway into it, something…unfortunate…happened.
I got bit by a dog.
Right on the ass.
At least I can feel manly in the knowledge that it was a big German Shepard that bit me, and not some wimpy little fluff ball. The owners were being as responsible as I think they realistically could have been, to tell the truth. I was coming up from behind them, and went to pass them on the left. I didn’t say anything as I started to pass, but I thought I was giving them plenty of space.
Apparently I was wrong.
Just as I was passing by, the dog reached out and nipped me on the butt. Immediately after, the dog wasn’t barking or growling or trying to attack me, so I think I just startled it.
The owners were very nice about the whole thing, they apologized many many times, and kept asking if I was alright. At the time, I really didn’t think much of it. It didn’t hurt much, and there wasn’t a tear or any puncture holes in my running shorts, so I just kind of thought “no harm, no foul”, and went on my merry way. I went ahead and finished out the remainder of my 10 mile run in just over an hour and 40 minutes. It wasn’t until I got home and went to take a shower that I got a good look at my bum in the mirror and realized that the dog did more damage than I originally thought.
It really wasn’t anything that bad, but it had broken skin, and there was a little bit of blood on my underwear, so I thought it would be a good idea to get it looked at. Of course, being 4pm on a Sunday, my only real option was the ER. Have I mentioned how much I hate going to the ER? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten out of the ER in less than 4 hours. But I knew I needed to go, so off I went.
By the time I finally did get seen by a nurse, they did pretty much just what I expected – cleaned up the wound, gave me a tetanus shot (it had been at least 10 years since my last one), and prescribed some antibiotics. I asked if I had to worry about rabies at all, and they told me that in the last 40 years in Alaska, there has only been one case of a dog passing rabies onto a human, and that was out in one of the rural villages where the dog had first been bitten by a fox.
In the end, everything worked out and it looks like I’ll be just fine. My butt is a bit bruised and tender, but nothing that shouldn’t be healed within a week or so I would guess. I took away one important life lesson, though: if you are ever bitten by a dog, get the owner’s information if at all possible, even if you don’t think the bite is bad. If it’s an unknown dog, you just don’t know what its’ history is, so it’s best to err on the side of caution.