Mom & Co.,
"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing." -Helen Keller
Here is a little more for you Mom. So last night was eventful. A big, fat dog took a nice little chunk out of my left hand yesterday literally out of the blue. We were standing, talking and contacting at a door and it just came up and stood by me for a few minutes. As I moved my hand from INSIDE my pocket, he jumped up and grabbed it. Not like in a playful way, but like he wanted to keep it. I was able to shake him off after a few seconds but he was pretty good sized because he got my whole hand in his mouth haha. We walked to the nearest members house just to ask for something to clean it up, but they insisted I go to the hospital, so they rushed me there. After about a half hour, the doctors decided I just needed it cleaned, and gave me a prescription for oral antibiotics to take for the next 7 days and instructions for cleaning my hand. It felt like Colton, T-Bone, or Dereck had stepped on my hand during a Football Practice haha. A good time!