On Saturday, in the late afternoon, having received 4 bundles of our tabloid, I decided to make a start in delivering the patches I normally do. At about the 25th house, one of my fingers became dog food. I felt a small, sharp tooth pierce my skin as I pushed a tabloid through the letter box. The lady who owned the animal cleaned my hand and bandaged my finger. I was then able to continue on my way.
I have no news as to whether the dog survived......
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