Scout, Dash and I got new running shoes.
So I laced/velcroed theirs up and then started lacing mine.
In the meantime, they headed out to wait for me to open the car so we could go for a run at the harbor.
As I was lacing, Liv the neighbor carried Dash in and said, “Dash is bleeding”.
I looked up and said, “He sure is bleeding!”
I grabbed him, took him to the counter, snapped a picture, and then Micah wiped him down.
Forty-five seconds later, he was up and at ‘em.
Five minutes after that, all was well on Nonnie’s lap with “Thomas” in tow, while munching on some fruit snacks.
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Clearly, it was merely a flesh wound.
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