Getting stitches Once when I was 4 years old and I lived in Heppner I went on my back porch and started eating my dogs food. The dog's name was hunter. He was a big yellow lab. When I started eating hunters food. He came out of the house and bit me right on the cheek. He bit so close to my eye. I was really lucky he didn’t tear out my eye. When I started screaming my mom came out and heard me crying. When she picked me up I could see a whole bunch of blood dripping down her neck. When we got to the hospital the doctor put me to sleep. I had to get 14 stitches that day.
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