Growing up we had two dogs, a black lab and a mutt. My dad wasn’t a huge fan of the dogs, and while he tolerated the lab in the house, the mutt was too stupid to stay inside. Mom didn’t like leaving the mutt outside by herself, so both dogs became outside dogs. To facilitate their new living situation my dad built a dog pen. It was constructed out of wooden posts, wire, and a wood-framed door. The pen was home-made so over time the door began to sag.
One night i went out to bring the dogs inside as i did pretty much every night. After i got them out i closed the gate to the pen. Because the door sagged, you had to lift up on the wooden door frame to set it on top of the wooden base frame so that the door would close all the way. I reached in between the wire and the wood to lift up on the door frame, and when i pulled my hand back out the wire stuck into my finger and made a beautiful cut down its length. Like many surface wounds i had no idea i had been cut until i saw blood dripping off of my finger.
Barefoot in the Rain 