2025-01-13 16:49
I was bitten by a friend's Belgian Sheperd (Malinois variety) in Chicago when 11 years old, way back in the 1960s.
While stitching me up in the ER - he went for my throat so I blocked with my arms - the policeman asked me what happened and tried to comfort me while my mom was freaking and fainting all over the place.
All I could say was " Where is he (the dog)? I want to see him, is he ok? Why can't I see him"
The Drs told me he was in observation and he was being tested for rabies. 🧵