Working Up

by Dwayne Phillips

I am bit by a large dog. What is worse, I could not write about it.

I went on a short walk recently. The big event of the walk was that a large dog walked up to me and bit me on the right forearm. All things considered, I was fortunate. The odd thing is that I once took a 1,000-mile walk without incident. Here I walked six miles and was bitten.

For the rest of the day, my right arm was swollen and hurt like it had been smacked with a baseball bat. I couldn’t grip a pen; I couldn’t type on a keyboard.

I was experiencing something completely new in my life and I couldn’t write about it!

That was the worse part of the day – I couldn’t write about it. I was worried about forgetting all the feelings and thoughts and everything. I guess that says something about me and writing and all that stuff.

As for the dog, I have little ill feelings towards her. She was harmed in no way. At least I think not. I may have hurt her jaws with the thrust of my forearm.