Today, I was on my way to work, taking a different route that usual near the house of Malietoa, the Head of State, when I felt a searing pain in my right foot.

I looked and there was some mutt clamped onto my foot. I shook him off and managed to get in a solid kick to the snout before I sped off in agony.

Fortunately, the bite, albeit painful, wasn't as nasty as the first time. Only one canine broke the skin, but it still hurt like a mutherfucker. It's never fun to get bitten by a dog.

I went into the Peace Corps office to tell the Medical Officer and get it cleaned up. Now I'm just another Peace Corps statistic: Unintentional Injury. The government certainly has a way with words, don't it?