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In which I become a doggie chew toy.

So, during the diocesan sex-abuse shakeup, the Diocese of San Diego hid a bunch of properties from the federal courts. One of them was a desecrated church near the Pauma Indian Reservation in northeast county. The church had once been El Centro Guadalupano, but the priest went nuts (?!) and became a Pentecostal. He tore out the altar and tabernacle and installed a full-immersion baptismal pool in what had once been the sanctuary. The Diocese threw him off the land. He sued for ownership and lost. When the Diocese had to hide the property lest it be seized and sold off for sex abuse reparations, they gave it to Fr. Joe of Father Joe's Village (kind of a Boys Town for homeless people).

Fr. Joe has a friend, Susan, who is a Druid. He asked her to be caretaker of the building and its four acres of land. Susan has moved into the ex-church and is offering the property's use to different pagan communities for their rituals. Birgit and Liz, the older ladies (they are a couple) who run our kindred and John the Archdruid immediately accepted the offer.

On Saturday, we went to go do some cleanup, remove the cross from the front of the building, paint over "Centro Guadalupano" on the facade and have a first ritual. Not long after we arrived, Susan came out with her two doggies, one of whom is a pit bull. I stood still so the dogs could get a good sniff, but neither of them seemed interested, so I turned around to walk to the table where we were about to plan out our tasks.

I heard a growl behind me and the pitbull snapped at my left hand. He punctured the skin of my inner left wrist as if it were rice paper. I yowled and Susan hastened to tie the dog up. The wound was deep, and took a couple of seconds to fill with blood. As I watched, I noticed the white gleam of tendon underneath. My friends were alarmed and bandaged the injury. Liz brought me coffee. I did manage to help do some cleaning, but not a lot. The bandages soaked through in an hour, so I took them off, replaced them with a gauze pad and tape, and buried the bloody bandages at the food of Odin's tree.

Ultimately I cut our stay short (I'd driven a couple of people) and after dropping off my passengers I hastened to the ER at our hospital of record, the UCSD in Hillcrest. I received good care as always, although it was a little surrealistic being checked in by a transwoman. She wasn't being a very successful one; she looked and sounded like a man in womens' clothing, despite the curly blond hair pulled back in a ponytail.

My wound was examined, irrigated, bandaged, and I was given Keflex and a tetanus shot since the last one I'd had was in June of 2005 in Basic Training.

No idea why doggie attacked me. Susan says he's going to be tied up whenever people are on the property now; this can't be allowed to happen again. A while after I was bit, Susan gave me some turkey and we went to go visit the dog. He took the turkey very nicely and let me pet him. I told him he was not allowed to bite me ever again. It was just weird; animals usually adore me and the only time I've been bitten before was not that bad and because I was a child teasing the dog.


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Jul. 29th, 2013 03:09 am (UTC)
Sounds like a weird one-off but I'm hoping that she sees this as an opportunity to train and further socialise him.
Jul. 30th, 2013 01:09 am (UTC)
How does the wound feel today? It is painful?

Colourful story about the property.

I hope you'll see this as constructive criticism, because I'm sure you didn't mean it in any way other than as a matter of fact observation, but I'm troubled by your remark about the transwoman. There could be any number of reasons why she doesn't "pass." She may or may not see passing undetected as a goal for herself, and to say she is "unsuccessful" in her gender presentation because you could tell she was a transwoman is cisgender-normative.
Jul. 30th, 2013 03:02 am (UTC)
A transgender woman is a woman, but every one I've known has been fanatical about their presentation. She was clearly still working at it. There are transwomen who present as *butch* women, but that wasn't what she was aiming for. It's a process.

The wrist hurts like a big dog depending on how I bend it. Putting pressure on it is a no-no.
Jul. 30th, 2013 03:53 am (UTC)
Not that I've ever outright asked any of them about it, but there are certainly some among the ones I know or have met who I get the impression don't particularly care that they don't "pass" and aren't aiming for different. Maybe you're right that this woman is still working on hitting the mark she's aiming for. I didn't see her, so perhaps I'm biased in assuming that how she is now is the way she's content to be.
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Jul. 31st, 2013 02:39 am (UTC)
I have antibiotics and they're enormous.
Aug. 4th, 2013 02:13 pm (UTC)
Did doggie have his rabies shots up to date? I hope so!
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