There’s a fairly close resemblance between the pit bull below and the one who sank his teeth into my upper thigh yesterday. Except yesterday’s beast looked like a junkyard dog (light gray coat, satanic eyes, scattered white spots, no choker). Uglier and muttier. The bite wasn’t initially accompanied by barking or growling so for a split second I was asking myself what that odd, piercing sensation was. Then came that guttural sound from the gates of Hades. Dr. D, the physician who treated the wound last evening, said I was lucky in that some attacking pit bulls will bite into flesh and refuse to let go, like a snapping turtle. My pit bull just took a nip and let it go at that.