Dog Days

To continue Robert's recent run of amazing luck: two days ago I was walking down the street in a neighboring town. On my way to pick up some buttons I had had printed for local Anti-AIDS programs. Two little yipping and yapping doggies run up behind me. I, intrepid and fearless, turn and stare them down. "Pansies," I think to myself. Turn around and continue on my merry way. Out of the doorway in front of me comes the leader of the pack, unhappy with my treatment of his fellows. Runs right up to me and takes a bite out of my leg. Bites me through my pants, socks, and long-johns. Then runs right back to his hideaway. Unbelieveable. So instead of enjoying the Mukachevo Wine Festival and then going to Budapest, I'm in Kyiv on rabies prophylaxis. Five shots on the first day, another on the third, then the seventh, continuing for a month. So that's what I'm doing. Rabies, also apparently fatal, who knew?