Attack!

For those of you who haven't heard via phone call, I figured it was important to post that I was bitten by a dog two weeks ago while dropping a client off at her home. Needless to say, we (me and Bean) are perfectly fine. The most interesting part of the whole story is that the dog actually went airborne for a few seconds-she ran from one side of the fenced backyard towards me and jumped onto the chain link gate and over she went. Afterward, the family has had some issues determining which dog (of the two black and white female pit bulls they have) was really the culprit. I can't deny my current instinct was to face their free standing brick mailbox and sheild my belly so I didn't get the world's greatest eye witness report. I'm sure that if I weren't preggers that dog would've eaten my foot since I would've retaliated differently. The tetanus shot was probably the worst part but the whole event scared the poo out of me and did make me feel a lot less safe with my job. Luckily, HR came up the following week to see our employees and I made my concerns known. I will say, although I'm not 'actively' looking for a new job because of all of the things I love about Eckerd, I can't be too sure about my longevity with this position (not just because of the dog bite-because that was definitely an isolated incident...but my job has turned me into the most cynical social worker I know). I plan to remain with Eckerd (if they'll have me) until I'm done with kiddos since the job really lends itself to raising kids. I think once our youngest (whenever that will be) hits VPK I'll probably be ready for a desk job or something closer to the gerontological background I pursued in grad school.