Day 608: Grrrrr

A dog beside itself with stranger-joy when I went into a shop on Nicholson Street. I enjoyed petting him, at first... Turns out he was lipsticking... oh, boy-dogs, you basic, basic creatures. 

This is what the warny biter looked like

I got 'bitten' by one on top of the mountain yesterday. Not proper bitten - warned. I came away shocked and wowed. That an animal acting that instinctively can be so delicate... he didn't bite down at all. He took my hand in his mouth, growled scarily and showed that he could, but he didn't hurt me. Interesting. I had to have the tiniest of cries, though. It lasted all of 30 seconds, and was due to the shock of an attack, and how stupid I felt for not picking up the signals and letting my need for a dog fix override some throaty grumbling that I really 'should' have noticed.

I'm grateful for a deep, tendon-stretchy massage. I had it today, from massive Mattie, Polish bodyworker with strong hands soft like babies and perfect teeth. He caused me pain, in a fairly gentle way. It felt beneficial. If I'm up here again, I'll go back. Grateful to be able to do that. Grateful to be taking the time.