When I was around four, My father had this dog named Stone. He was malnourished before he was born, and consequentially his back legs didn't develop right. He couldn't stand very well, and he ran funny. One day my mother opened the door to let out the dogs, and I thought it was a good idea to jump out in front of them. Stone's mouth was open, and he couldn't stop properly, so I got the bottom right fang on the bridge of my knose, right between my eyebrows.
After that, I don't remember much, except that mom was panicking and Wolf, our sweet dog, was whining and licking at my arm. Poor thing was concerned about me...
Anyways that's the best I've got. I've got lots of stupid injuries, but this one is the worst.
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