When grandson David got up, we had breakfast and went to Urgent Care in town. I was the only one there, but it still took quite a while to be seen. The paperwork took forever. I was glad the receptionist told me they are required to report all dog bites and was happy to fill out two pages of forms for that.
The doctor cut off the flap of skin, put antibiotic on the open wound, and bandaged it with pretty blue tape. A nurse gave me a tetanus shot, and I was free to go. I looked more fashionable going out than coming in.
Neighbors, family, friends, and bloggers contacted me, offering advice and support. To everyone, thank you.