I've been nipped by a couple of dogs, when I was a kid, and a couple of times by cats. Oddly enough, I lived thru all those episodes. One cat died, the other (I named her Chui, after she chewed on me) still lives, and is pretty sweet, in reality. She was just scared by the big guy who tried to pull her out of the crawl space she was trying to get into.

You can roll a turd in peanuts, dip it in chocolate, and it still ain't no damn Baby Ruth.