You ask the doctor, “Are you sure these are a dog’s tooth marks?”
The doctor replies, “They look like it, but I wouldn’t swear to it.”
Then you ask Courtenay, “Did you come here immediately after the incident in front of your apartment building?”
“You bet I did!” he says. “You can’t take a chance with a dog bite.”
“I think you’re taking chances,” you say, “with a foolish attempt to frame a charge against the Hargraves. I think you inflicted that wound on your leg yourself – maybe with a fork – to look like tooth marks. In any event, I’m sure the Hargraves’ dog did not bite you!”