This is the saddest story to go with a scar. But I love the scar because it reminds me of Jake.
Jake the Doberman was in for lameness. As I felt up a front leg, I hit a soft part of bone and Jake nipped in surprise, getting my left pointer finger. His tooth had gone through my fingernail. We both immediately apologized, Jake for biting me and I for pushing on a painful area of his leg.
After I returned from the hospital, we confirmed bone cancer, and Jake was euthanized soon after. I loved that dog.
I have a small notch in my left pointer fingernail in memory of Jake.