I never think about this scar because I've lived with is for 25 years of my life.
Here is the story.
In October of 1988 my preschool went on a field trip to a local pumpkin patch to pick out pumpkins.
I remember picking out my pumpkin with my Mom and other classmates and wheeling them in a wagon to the barn to weigh them. We were in the barn when I saw a German Shepard outside laying in the yard.
Even at 4 years old I was a an animal person...so of course I asked my Mom is I could go pet it.
The owner of the pumpkin patch said the dog was nice and it was used to being pet.
I went to pet it with a few other classmates.
I knelt down in the grass near the dogs head.
From my memory I went down to kiss the dog.
From other's memories I was just petting him.
All of a sudden I was bit in the face.
I don't remember much after this but seeing green blood on my pink jacket. I swear that I saw green blood. Now I know this isn't possible. I remember getting into the backseat of a car with my mom.
After this I don't remember much, so it is a good thing I have pictures.
This picture was not to soon after arriving at the hospital. I think this was after my reconstructive/plastic surgery. The dog was about 0.5mm from blinding me on my left side.
It took 112 stitches to put me back together.
The stitches were finally removed.
Now I have a scar to remind me of that day.
I'm not afraid of dogs at all. My mom said the same day I got out of the hospital I walked up to a strangers dog and immediately starting petting it. I definitely didn't learn my lesson.
There is the story of the scar on my face. Some people say I should see about plastic surgery to help reduce it, others have said I need to try a cream. I don't want to, this is part of me now.
I can't imagine my face without it.
That's so scary!! But I'm glad it didn't impact how you feel about dogs.
ReplyDeleteGoodness that's scary! I got bit in the face (though not NEARLY as bad as you) by a dog we owned when I was younger. Needless to say, my mom got rid of the dog...and I was mad at her for it! haha.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness! Your love for dogs out weighed your fears I see!
ReplyDeleteMy grandpa's Chihuahua bit my nose once when I was little. I deserved it. Their cats always let me put barrettes and bows in their hair, I wanted to do the same to Jose. He didn't much care for that. Apparently it was where he drew the line. I had spent the day pushing him around in my baby stroller with my dolls and putting a hat on his head. Apparently he had enough.
How scary!! It's good that you still love dogs though.
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