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Written by Brian David Crane on June 28th, 2005
A dog bit me on Sunday night. A big black dog, that is. Do not let this freak you out (Mom) and please allow me to explain. I entered into Frank’s house on Sunday night for the Asado without knocking because his front door was open and the sign outside said the buzzer was broken. Their big dog, Cash, decided he didn’t like me entering the property without his prior consent and promptly decided to take a bit out of my leg. No serious damage to my leg (other than the hole he left in my pants to get to my leg) and the dog doesn’t have rabies. It scared me more than anything because I screamed like (what I imagine was a) BIG GIRL. The NEXT time, though…
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June 29th, 2005 at 1:52 pm
Hey Brian, I hope your leg is fine. I felt so bad for what the dog did. I hope you will come back to our house another time
The next time the dog will be inside the house and you can enjoy the bbq without pain. Promised. See you, Frank PS. How about your visa for Brazil and your travel plannings?