A friend of mine,Ysela, just got knocked in the head by her malinois dog, Cleo. She fears a black eye. I fear for her. A few months ago, I was playing tag with Scout in the house. Object of game: Scout runs like heck and I try to touch her (like touch football). If I touch her, I win. If not, we keep running and running. So, competitive juices flowing, I did my best Danny Woodhead immitation and tried to dart around a corner for a surprise attack. Instead, I slamed my head into a door jam that was not going anywhere. I saw stars and scared Scout who came back to lick me off the floor. What hurt almost more than my head was the humiliation I felt for the next 4 weeks being asked repeatedly if I had been in a fight, an accident, or had been abused. It was ugly. But, thanks to my hard head mu injury was only ugly and nothing more. I wish the same for you Ysela, that it is only the ugly and nothing more.