While moving archives from the old blog host to the new, Bossy compiled a category of posts she likes to call The Dog Bite Chronicles. Actually Bossy doesn’t like to call them The Dog Bite Chronicles,
Bossy wants you to know that she appreciates your chorus of support and she has read every word, along with her entire extended family, her friend Jimmy, and her mailman. Bossy’s day goes a little like this: she checks the graft and rechecks it and applies ointments and repositions the bandage and should it be…
Bossy wishes she were kidding. Yesterday afternoon Bossy’s 11-year-old daughter was trying to be a good samaritan and deliver a first grader home from the school bus stop because the little girl’s parents weren’t there to greet her. What happened next was swift and treacherous: Bossy’s daughter climbs the porch steps and rings the bell….