No, I wasn’t involved in a fight with a wild animal.

No, there’s not some sexy backstory here. (Darn it!)

What really happened is this: I was helping my dad trim their mini dachshund’s nails when little Sophie (all 8.5 pounds of her!) freaked out and tried to climb on me, swiping my chest with her just-trimmed paw. She even drew blood! Thanks a lot Soph!

I have learned a valuable lesson: leave the nail trimming to the professionals. It’s less traumatic for everyone involved. (At least it is for me!)