I shall call you Bitey...

Met with a big, frisky dog yesterday. He tried to encourage me to play with him by biting my hand.

Not. Good.

The owner had just gone inside his house to get a plastic bag... to pick up the massive pile of crap said dog had just distributed over our shared neighbour's lawn.

I guess the dog wanted someone to play Fetch with.

Wasn't sure if I should have stuck around to speak with the owner, or get the hell out of there.

(I chose the latter.)