Whad'dya Mean Barq's Has Bite?

One of the things not available in Germany that I miss is root beer. And more specifically, Barq's Root Beer. For some reason Germans are convinced it tastes like medicine and refuse to go near the stuff. I'm wondering why we didn't have medicine that tasted that good! I probably would have been a lot more willing to take it, that's for sure. And does anyone remember the Barq's ad campaign from a few years ago? Their slogan is "Barq's has bite" but for awhile there was this commercial with this little dog saying, "Whad'dya mean Barq's has bite?" while this other guy confusingly looked over and asked, "Johnny?" and the dog would repeat, "Whad'dya mean Barq's has bite?" and the guy would again say, "Johnny?" and this would go on long enough for the whole tv audience to want to rush out and buy Barq's Root Beer (isn't mass consumption the goal of every commercial? anyway...). I got a kick out of that commercial and still like to quote it sometimes, even though no one knows what I'm talking about. So let the record show that I love and miss my Barq's Root Beer.

So while we're on the topic of biting (remember, Barq's has bite) I should share a story of my week here in Dresden. While innocently on my way up to Marion's apartment for our usual Monday night English Bible study this past Monday, a malicious little terrier (or "terror-er" as my dad re-named it) decided he should have some bite too. Out of my leg. (No kidding-!) His owner put him down on the ground (he was even on a leash) and I walked by and before I knew it got nipped in the back of the leg by that meany. The lady was really nice about it though--apparently her dog had bitten someone else before so she gladly offered me her insurance information and was very cooperative. I did have to go to the doctor the next day though, which has not become a favorite activity of mine simply because of all the waiting. I needed ten minutes with the doctor but I sat and sat and sat, waiting for my name to be called. When I finally got in to see the Frau Doktor she confirmed my hopes that I would indeed survive and sent me off to have my tetanus shot updated. After more waiting I finally emerged and can proudly say that after being bitten in the leg and shot in the arm in one 24-hour period, I'm doing pretty well...although I'd say I've had enough excitement for one week-!

Now I wonder if my wound would heal faster if I only had some Barq's with bite to counteract it. Two bites cancel each other out, wouldn't you think?