One day I came in the back door screaming and crying and my mother said my face was covered with blood. Her first thought was that the hound had injured me severely. She grabbed me, rushed to the sink, wet a washcloth and began cleaning the blood off my face. No wounds??????
She asked me what happened and I told her, "the dog snapped at me, so I bit him!"
She went out and the hound had a set of teeth marks in his nose!
After that incident I could inflict any indignation on that poor old dog and never once did it ever try to bite me again!


