Went to brush my teeth Friday night and didn’t realise Quincy was so close to the bathroom door when I shut it. I must have trapped his tail in the hinge. He let out an almighty bloodcurdling yowl and I opened the door to a very upset and hurt dog who turned on me in anger. I don’t think he would have bitten me as such, sure he would have if he was going to seeing as I just hurt him so badly, but it was quite a good show he put on. Felt awful, poor Quince. Took Bill and I a good half an hour to calm him down again. Really thought I’d damaged his tail or something as it looked rather odd for a while. Thankfully he straightened it and it stood up proud again eventually.
*hugs the dog*