Originally Posted by r-dub

(Here's where the drunkenness comes into play)

I started to think that maybe I had imagined the dogs. After all, they had disappeared so fast. I decided to go investigate. (remember: pleantiful cheap, good rum, cute girl, brain not working.) They heard me coming long before I knew they were there. I turned as fast as I could, but one of them got a little snip in on my leg. I sped away to the office. That's where I noticed the blood. Next morning, hospital, begin rabies treatment (NOT FUN.) But being in treatment meant much more frequent trips back to town, which meant more cheap, good rum and more time with fun girl. Four years and two months later (one month ago) we got married.