Joe Strummer

I have a dog. He is really a puppy but has become the size of a dog. This is difficult for both of us. He is in a dogs body but does not know what is expected of a dog, and only understands how to be a puppy. As a result he can't figure out why he is not always making me happy. This can get a little frustrating for both of us.
He was named after the late great Joe Strummer of the Clash and the Mescaleros. I think it is important to give a dog a name they have to live up to. Dogs need inspiration. I also appreciate and respect the positive side of a bit of rebellion and I am sure this Joe Strummer will live up to that. The original Joe Strummer played a 1966 Fender Telecaster that originally came in a three color sunburst with a white pickguard. After joining the Clash the guitars body and pickguard was refinished in black auto primer, by 1979 the word NOISE was stenciled on the upper part of the body. I am sure if my Joe Strummer had thumbs he would also play this same style Telecaster.
Strummer is a happy dog, Oh so happy, devoted to his family and full of kisses. His feelings are easily hurt when he doesn't get it right but Strummer bounces back quickly, he is curious but fearful of things he does not understand. He is growing, tall and skinny, loosing baby teeth and has an amazing irresistible coat. Long and lean I am sure some day he will have the moves of a graceful ninja but right now he is very clumsy, tripping, slipping and falling and getting tangled in things.
We have a morning routine Strummer and I. He goes from room to room and wakes the house. People have places to be. We get everyone out the door and take and extended walk around the block to make sure all is right in the neighborhood. Strummer pulls, I correct...Strummer pulls I correct...Strummer pulls I correct. This goes on. We run a little. Eventually he gets tired of pulling and decides he wants to carry his own leash. This is fun except it is taking its tole on our leashes. He likes to walk with things in his mouth. Joe strummer will pick up a leaf and carry it. One morning he picked up an apple half way through our walk and carried it home.
To save the leashes I started walking with his rope toy in my pocket. I decided it would be good to bring something for him to carry. On our morning walk Strummer started playing and leaping and looking for a good spot on the lead to grab hold. When he thought my hand was the place I decided to break out his toy. He carried it for awhile and dropped it. I looked down to pick up the rope and woke up a little when I realized it was covered in blood. I reached down to pick it up and was even more surprised when I saw that my hand was covered in blood. Not just a few smudges but full on covered in blood slasher movie style. I checked the dog. The dog was fine. I assumed he lost a tooth (they can bleed a lot from that) or bit his tongue and when he had his mouth around my hand it came off on me.
It would not have been a big deal only that I was left with the dilemma of what to do with a bloody hand. Dog blood none the less. I did not want to wipe it on my clothes. I had no choice but to continue on and hope I did not cross paths with anyone. I am sure it would have at the very least raised a few eyebrows.
I love him dearly but dogs are gross.