She didn't mean to do it.

I know she didn't mean to hurt me, but yesterday, when I stopped by my daughter's house, one of my granddogs, the sweet boxer, in her evident joy at seeing me, jumped up on me and snagged my hand with one of her toenails.  Suddenly I had a rather deep gash in my hand.  It was only about an inch long but deep, and it bled so much at first that I thought I had cut an artery. I realized pretty quickly that that wasn't the case but by then I had scattered blood around quite a bit of my daughter's kitchen.  I think I got it all mopped up.  When my grandkids got home from school a few minutes later they provided bandages and patched me up. Later in the evening, after a couple of hours of bagging food, when my hand started bleeding again, my daughter patched me up once more and all seemed well. However, when I woke up this morning it still seemed to be bleeding a little, and I have a fear of infections, so I went to my doctor's walk in clinic, thinking they could make sure it was clean and stitch it if necessary.  Turns out it wasn't long enough for stitches (the NP measured it to make sure) but they did soak my hand in antibiotic solution, closed the cut with steri strips, and then, just for the sake of being thorough, gave me a tetanus shot and a 10 day prescription for antibacterial medicine. Over kill?  Maybe, but I must admit I feel much better about the whole situation now, although I find my self hoping for cold weather so I'll be wearing gloves the next time I visit my granddogs.