The Bites Were Tiny

I was in the home of a friend, somebody I didn’t know well. It seemed like this was the first time I was in the home. There were other people there. Parents, perhaps? Suddenly I felt a bite on my leg. It was a small dog, like a Pomeranian, and though the bite was more than mildly uncomfortable, I grinned and accepted it because I didn’t want to cause a scene. Suddenly there were more bites. The pain grew more intense. I looked and saw that more and more dogs, each of them smaller and smaller until there were even dogs the size of hot dogs biting me all over my body, including my face. By the end, I couldn’t even see. I could only feel the clenching teeth of what felt like hundreds of tiny dogs all over my body.

Jamie, 40, Brooklyn | Art by Kara