Nasty

Once when I was younger, our neighbor beckoned me to the fence to talk to me. This was the first and last conversation I have ever had with her in the 23 years we have been in that house. She was giving me a plant for my grandma. While we were talking, my giant dog came up and peed on my leg like I was a tree or a fire hydrant. I acted like nothing was going on (this was hard to do). When we were done I ran inside and washed my leg for about 10 minutes. I was wearing green flip-flops so the pee had run down my legs and between my toes.

Nasty.