Steel VS. Foot

Woo, boy, today is cold. The power went out and woke me and my brother (he may have already been up). The reason it's cold is because I tend to open the doors and let the cold air into the house until it is 64 degrees when I get up early. I have a severe problem getting up early when I have no reason to; I find it extraordinarily easy when I actually have a reason to, however, so I guess it's alright.

I decided to take some photographs of the gang of dogs that runs around here. Between this gang of dogs and the coyotes our dogs have plenty of barking to do. There's...five, I think. All black. I think. One has a bull-dog look, the others look generic.




In the picture is the last one leaving; you can see it across the street. Those two dogs in the photo are Penny (visible) and Tessa.

Here they are a little closer. I like the picture. All five of our dogs are in it.


Penny, visible again, and Tessa, with her head cut off, again. Lol. After that, I decided to go back in, because I didn't even have flip flops on, and it was cold. However, I decided to stop and take a picture of Popoe longing for the outdoors first.

Aww, how cute. Next thing I know, THIS happens:

Ooh. Ouch. I happened to have my camera with me, so I photographed the wound (I call it a rip) less than 20 seconds old. It's pretty deep. Deeper than the skin layer, I know that (OK, I think that, because my foot is half hanging off and I had to sew it back on it was so horrible). It's a few inches in front of my ankle, right foot, right side of right foot.

You can see the drops of blood forming, which I can only assume were caused by the breaking of veins.


Now the question is, what happened?


Well, Popoe ran out the door as soon as I opened it. He's never done that before. I assume that me standing there let him get his courage up. Regardless, I gave chase.

Then I came to a few possible offenders which could have ripped such a hole in my skin and flesh. Either the angle iron steel bedframe, or the corner of the wooden wire holder, or the dog's dog food sink, or an unknown object. I, personally, think it was the old sink that we feed the dogs in. I accidentally clipped it. The edge of the sink is dull and rounded, so I can only surmise the flesh was ripped, or "scooped" out.

Yeck. Here's Popoe being wrangled in. He thought he was a tom cat all of a sudden. Hair was standing up, he gave no heed to no one, not even the five dogs (who didn't freak out or anything; they did very good considering they've only met him once).




You might wonder how I got so close to him to take pictures while he was in Tom Cat Mode.

The answer is simple. I was holding him by his tail. Hahahaha, what a vulnerable appendage that is. I love how he looks back angrily. He tries and tries to "get" me, but each time he tries, his own butt raises away from him and he has to stop his attack to regain balance.

Here is the picture of it a few minutes later inside the house.

It now burns, and my foot feels "shocked" and in pain.

Now, I wait for the comments. "Oh Kev, put a gallon of water on the stove and put your foot in it then slowly heat it and wait for it to BOIL." "Oh Kev, vinegar sprayed into that wound at high pressure will help- get the pressure washer!"

"Oh Kev, you'll have to cauterize that. It's simple. All you do is..."