You're so Ornery, You Have to Taste Terrible.

Today, in the barn, at the start of shift, G said to me, 

"Hey Dogbite, the day after you got bit,

I got into a bit of of trouble with the Lt!"

Oh?

"Yeah, at roll call, when the Lt. was explaining

how you had been attacked by the pit bull, 

and how you were okay,

but would be off for a couple of weeks,

I said, 'Who cares about RD, how's the dog doing?'

I thought it was funny.

It was a joke. 

You're so ornery, you have to taste terrible.

You should've seen the look she gave me."