does it concern you that i don't trust my own dog?

Yesterday, as I was sitting on the couch with my family, watching Slumdog Millionaire, my 11-month-old pug was giving me one of his infamous psycho looks. I didn't give it any thought at first, as he generally did that sort of thing.

Then, he lunged at me, trying to bite me. I shoved him off, then went to check my phone to get away from him.

I didn't think about it.

Today, after feeding my dog dinner, I walked him across the street to the sandy/tree-lined "island" in the middle of the street where I usually take him on walks. This time, he had an ulterior motive to his pyschoness.

He took off down the sandy passage, tugging me forward. I lost my balance and slid along the gravel/sand-covered walkway, eventually falling forward and hitting my chin against the ground.

My left hand was cut up and bleeding, and hundreds of tiny cuts were on my chin, also bleeding. Mardy ran off (but was thankfully caught by a neighbor), leaving me in my pain.

So now I'm sitting at my desk, typing this, looking like a mental patient with two bandaids on my chin and bandaids covering my hand. It's either that or have the whole world think I'm having a bloody breakout.

Stupid dog.