Deb said, "He bit the Aunt that fed him." It still makes me grin. Most excellent pun! :o) Jake definitely not at fa

Deb said, "He bit the Aunt that fed him." It still makes me grin. Most excellent pun! :o) Jake definitely not at fault! Nothing to fear from this big lug! (see description for whole story) The dogs had a new toy. I saw it laying on the ground and thought Jake and I might have a tug of war. I picked it up and held it out to him. He took it and when I relaxed my grip on it he'd do that thing where a dog lets go for a split second and then real fast grab the thing again. Well, every time he did that he'd grab just a little bit higher.

It occurred to me to let go (should have listened to my first instinct) and then I thought that he wouldn't go any higher because my hand was there. (grin) Silly me!

He did go higher until my index finger was in his mouth. Unfortunately for me, in order for him to maintain his grip on the toy he had to put some pressure on my finger. He was gentle about the whole thing. I sensed no aggression on his part at all. Too bad I couldn't let go of the toy because two of his teeth were in a quarter of an inch. And, too bad that a dog's gentle and my gentle are two different things. :oD

I was in danger of panicking when I remembered a program I had seen where a man said to force a dog to release a bite you had to push the flews (lips) up over the teeth and into the mouth. Well, I tried it and it worked! I pushed his lip up and into his mouth and he let go.

The whole episode couldn't have lasted more than 10 seconds and at least five of those seconds were spent getting the lip far enough in the mouth for Jake to notice! :-D I high-tailed it to the kitchen to wash the finger and called for Ralph as first responder. Thank you, Ralph. I took care of the bite after that and a couple of days after returning home I felt comfortable enough to leave bandaids off.

Like I said, Jake and I made up before I left. He's a sweetheart. All of them are! :o)