I had another incident of facial stitches when I was very young. Those were on my forehead, right above my eyebrow, after I smashed my head into a glass coffee table on the Fourth of July. I remember screaming quite a bit, because they didn't give me any kind of anesthetic. But I did get some sweet finger puppets out…

Eep. Akitas are nothing to mess with when they're frightened or angry. I was lucky in that I was handling a very small Boxer with little nubs for teeth. Sometimes, nature likes to remind us that even the floofiest little domesticated critter has fangs, I guess.

If nothing else, I'm sure we'll see Beric Dondarrion's group finding her. The implications should be enough to keep folks buzzing until next season.

The folks at my vet's office now call my dog "The Bacon Dog" because of the circumstances around the bite. My bf came home from work a few minutes after it happened and found me crying with a towel on my face. Not my proudest moment.

I'm just grateful she didn't get my nose or my lip. Could have been much, much worse.

Hahaha, I have used a surprise polar bear attack on occasion.

A normally very sweet, loving Boxer whom I still allow to lick my face all the time. :) She was in severe pain at the time and had no way of knowing that I was trying to help her.

Yeah, it was in fact my own dog. She knocked a skillet of bacon grease onto her butt while I was putting things away in the fridge. I restrained her and wiped off as much as I could with my bare hands, but she was justifiably freaking out and got me. I thought the blood was somehow hers until my head cleared a bit.

Me after my 14 stitches of dog bite doom. I think I still have the way grosser before picture floating around somewhere, but I'll save you the exposed bone.

I'm guessing Joff will kick off season 4, so to speak. HBO can't afford to cash in all of its biggest scenes at the same time, and the Red Wedding will cause more than enough britches-soiling.

Probably not tonight. Though, you know, kings die all the time.

Yeah, I live surrounded by soy and corn fields, so I doubt I can do much to thin the numbers. Where I'm at they'll just brazenly cling to walls. I prefer to go on a sweep through the house and flush them all when I'm done.

I live about 20 minutes away from the city those stink bugs first appeared in. We spend most of the winter finding where they have hidden themselves in the house.

A friend of mine recently told me that he's pretty sure there's a dead guy in the house next to him. Car in the driveway, hasn't been seen in six months, no one answering the door, weeds overgrown, the whole shebang. He's called the cops, but apparently there isn't much they can do about it.

Just once, I want to be able to identify a great show and watch it from its first episode to its last. But that seems like a lot of work, so I usually just play catch up. You really should watch AD though. Some time in between all of those depressing shows would be smart.

I would probably side with Pekins because yummmmm, but Indian Runners are so funny looking, and duck eggs are rumored to be amazing, so I might have to mix and match.

I remember riding in my father's truck one time when we came across a badger crossing the road. My dad pulled to a stop, but rather than continuing on its way like a regular animal, that badger just stood there with its teeth bared, staring down a giant truck. We eventually went around it.

I love seeing more people getting back to the country's agricultural roots. The majority of the population could not make a chicken dinner if given a live bird and a kitchen, which is pretty sad. I think most would simply prefer not to think about it and distract themselves with media.

Of course, self-sufficiency…

My favorite bit is how inquisitive they are. The hen has been scratching away at the shavings and showing them how to find food, and they stay right by her head watching and picking at whatever she turns up. God forbid a chick should come upon a prize, because then it turns into a game of fluffy football as they all…

Hahaha, even Cas understands fluffy cuteness.