So... David got bit by a dog yesterday. He's fine, but he's going to have some pretty awesome bruises and probably a little scarring.
Ironically, as I was driving back from Kansas, he said we were going to do something "American" to celebrate. He had envisioned buying Kentucky Fried Chicken and sitting in a park to eat it. I don't think he planned getting mauled by a dog and calling the cops on our neighbor, but that's still pretty darn American.
I took pictures of the wounds...cause I'm weird like that. This is after me cleaning it at home and deciding that Urgent Care was probably our best option.
Poor guy.
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