Newest injury from the latest trip is a dog bite. So here we are, three of us, walking to Hotel Europa in Sosua from the direction of Super Super on the Super Super side of the street. Its mostly businesses but there are a couple of homes along the way with walls, fences, gates and the like. Im' closest to the wall/fence on the sidewalk, a friend walking next to the sidewalk and another in the street. Suddenly this little frigg'n dog, 20 pounds at the most, darts around an open gate, grabs my right ankle by the achilles and rips on me. I'm MF.....ing and this little **** ant dog holds on and growl until he's satisfied he's let enough blood. I never saw this dog until he was on my ankle
So I get back to the hotel, scrub all the holes in my ankle and the next day, try to get some Keflex like antibiotics and the girl at the farmacia gives me a needle and syringe. Uh uh, I'm not giving myself a shot so I end up with a doctor giving my a shot in my cullo so now my cullo is bleeding along with the wounds in my ankle. Today my ankle is green from all of the bruising that little bastard did and I gotta purple spot the size of a quarter on my cullo. The final insult was with all the offers I get for a massage in Sosua, you think I could get a girl to masaje my cullo?
That little bastard dog is going to die and he's going to die at my hands and the irresponsible SOD (Son of a Dominicana) that owns that little Hijo de Pero can frigg'n sue me. I'll be outta town by the time he even knows the little bastard is sick. You know who you are because you have four or five dogs, all of them mean as hell.
So I get back to the hotel, scrub all the holes in my ankle and the next day, try to get some Keflex like antibiotics and the girl at the farmacia gives me a needle and syringe. Uh uh, I'm not giving myself a shot so I end up with a doctor giving my a shot in my cullo so now my cullo is bleeding along with the wounds in my ankle. Today my ankle is green from all of the bruising that little bastard did and I gotta purple spot the size of a quarter on my cullo. The final insult was with all the offers I get for a massage in Sosua, you think I could get a girl to masaje my cullo?
That little bastard dog is going to die and he's going to die at my hands and the irresponsible SOD (Son of a Dominicana) that owns that little Hijo de Pero can frigg'n sue me. I'll be outta town by the time he even knows the little bastard is sick. You know who you are because you have four or five dogs, all of them mean as hell.