'ello beastie

what they don't tell you about puppies is they crave human flesh.

last night the little monster bit me so hard it tore off a chunk of my skin. that's what the band aid is for. then as i tried to take a picture to show the damage, he went for it again. he just can't get enough.

as i type this, he sits perched in my lap, chew toy precariously balanced over my knees, watching the words form on the computer, waiting to strike again.