They say some people have a face that dogs just can’t resist… apparently mine screams “free love bites, apply here!”
The first time was back in Grade 3. I was minding my own business, probably trying to look cool while walking home with my school bag bigger than me. Out of nowhere, this neighborhood dog decided I needed a dramatic introduction. Chomp! Right on the leg. I yelped louder than the school bell, tears instant, shock level 100. The pain was real, the fear was bigger, and the tetanus shot + injections that followed felt like the dog sent his cousins to finish the job at the clinic.
Fast-forward to February 2026 (yes, adult me, supposedly wiser). I’m just strolling in Kathmandu, feeling like a responsible grown-up. Then another dog—different one, same energy—goes full rom-com on me. One second I’m thinking about momo for dinner, the next I’m starring in my own action scene: “Argh! Not again!” Same shock, same alarm, same immediate rush to get cleaned, vaccinated, and lectured by the doctor about “stray dog awareness.” As an adult, the fear is quieter, but the “why me?” is louder.
Look, I don’t know what perfume I’m wearing that smells like “prime bite real estate,” but clearly I’m on some dogs’ VIP love-bite list. Twice in one lifetime? That’s not coincidence; that’s destiny with teeth.
Both times hurt like crazy, both times sent me straight to the hospital and both times reminded me: dogs may see me as their personal chew toy.
Next time a dog looks at me a little too long, I’m just gonna smile and whisper, “Bro, we’ve got to stop meeting like this.” 😅
(And if it happens a third time… I’m officially changing my name to “No More Bites Raju.”)