This is what happens when the dog doesn't listen to a word I say. (Notice my son comforted him with one of my GOOD towels. Not the orange "Daytona Beach '97" towel, but one of the GOOD ones.)
If I have told that dog once, I have told him a hundred times NOT to chase cars, but does he listen to me? NOOOooooooo. He goes right out to the front yard while four of the girls are having a picnic and gets himself hit by a car.
My 7 year old, our most compassionate animal lover, ran to him and helped him limp to the yard and under a tree.
We rushed him to the vet and they determined that he had multiple fractures. He was sedated, bandaged and sent home in a stupor. During dinner, he awoke and thrashed around in his confused state, and flung one of his casts right off! Back to the vet, this time for the night. (Goodbye hundreds of dollars. It was nice knowing you.)
Now for the random:
The 7 year old has been begging me to give her cornrows, so I finally studied it a little on youtube and gave it a whirl. This was my first attempt. I got tired on the last two rows on each side and just did a twist.
Look what I won from Blog Frog! No, not the girl! The SHIRT! Need a closer look?
And finally, here is one proud 9 year old with her hard earned doll.
Don't forget to check back soon for the dramatic resolution of the stunning episode of "Who Gets the Apron" on "As the Smockity Sews".