I was walking home tonight from dinner at Mina's. Mele had cooked some veggie stir fry with garlic and ginger that I had picked up for her at the new market. When I reached the top of the little where my three unit fale sits, my neighbors two huge dogs were barking at me furiously.

I picked up a couple of rocks and walked cautiously towards the house. I didn't really want to use them and make a bad impression on my first night. The dogs didn't calm down, but instead increased their intensity as I edged forward. I could hear my neighbors laughing at me.

As I neared the step up to the porch, the dogs split and I thought I had a free and clear path to my door, but one of the dogs rushed me and bit fiercely into my right calf. I let out a little yelp of pain (probably more like "sonofabitch!).

The dogs backed off, but only because the owners ran up to see what happened. They asked me if I was alright and I said, of course I'm not. I was just bitten by one of your fucking dogs. They asked me if I had kittens and then warned me to be very careful with them. Great.

Inside once I settled down, I had a chance to look at the wounds to see how bad it was. My legs was throbbing. Blood was oozing out of a large gash on the front of my calf and seeping from two small gashes on the back of the leg.

I cleaned the wound with some antibacterial soap and I broke into my first aid kit to grabbed some gauze to staunch the flow and some chlorhexidine antiseptic to stave off infection. It's painful, but I'm going to live.