By the way, Ursa was horrified when she realized she'd drawn blood on my arm (the scar is about the size of a grain of rice). She wouldn't look me in the eye for at least two days, and was very reluctant to come near me.
She slunk around the house, showed belly and refused to roughhouse with me. The way I see it, I get what I deserve when I roughouse with an 80 lb behemoth with a head the size of a canonball. This is her, by the way.
