Older son’s leg was bitten by a dog while he was doing his paper route yesterday. German Shepard. Yep…scary S***! We were not even home when it happened. Thank goodness, our neighbor was home, and so was grandma who lives down the road. Older son was pretty shaken up by the event, but the physical damage was not too bad.
(I had a picture of the wound here, but I removed it per request of older son. He said it was too gross. And apparently his guidance counselor thought so too. Don’t know why my son was showing this blog to the guidance counselor, but whatever. I just thought he could get more sympathy with that picture.)
We didn’t have to take him for stitches, and he didn’t even need pain medication. The doctor prescribed an antibiotic for him (geesh, just try to swear something off and see what happens!)
MIL just had to relay to me that these things happen in threes, so watch out. Gee thanks. Always appreciate the doomsday reports. I’ll be sure to keep you updated (unless of course the third one is fatal to me).
So……….I guess I should have forwarded that damn email last week 😉 Oh the drama, drama, drama…how would we ever live without the drama!