Luckily, my darling son knows where the sheriff lives (does anyone else find this odd?) We drive over there, and I explain the situation. Meanwhile I am limping and holding my thigh, I can feel it swelling. He askes to take pics of the bite marks. Umm… sorry sir, but I am not taking my pants down in the middle of the street. He photographs Ben’s bite and instructs my to go home and put some shorts on so he can take a pic of my bite. By now my thigh really hurt. I jumped in the car with Ben and whipping my pants down so I could see it…OMG! You could actually see the bruise spread.
So we get home and the cop comes over, takes pictures of my thigh, and tells us he talked to the dog owner (who was at home when the dog bit me) and found out that the dog has had his shots. Thank goodness. I don’t know what will happen to the dog, he will either have to be put down or insured if the cops determine he is a “dangerous dog”.
As for Ben and I, we are both fine. Ben quit whining so I assume his bite doesn’t hurt to much, and mine still hurts, but not too bad.
I leave for Canada in the morning and Jeff’s burial is on Saturday. Send me postiive vibes please!!