Further adventures of the dessicated shark

So this morning, I'm walking the dog and the neighbor's cat is out and there's a fluffy confrontation and before I know it, Maya's run and gotten ahold of the dessicated shark again!

She's a good dog, mostly, and drops it on command, but its tail gets hung up on her leash and it's dangling there like some freaky charm on a charm bracelet. So I'm out there in my pajamas with a dog and an angry cat trying to get away from freaky dessicated charm shark and I realize that I have no choice and have to touch the disgusting thing. And of course, it's rained now and it's not nearly as dessicated as it once was.

I've washed my hand five times... but I'm still worried it may rot off and turn into a dessicated shark itself.

Ah... adventures in a small town.