So I am laying in bed this morning and my cell phone rings...It's my dear husaband Blake...The conversation went as follows:
Martha "Hey"
Blake "Sooo...Don't freak out but...I was attacked by a dog this morning at work."
Martha "What?!!! Are you okay?!!!"
Blake "Yes but I am going to need stitches. I am taking the rest of the day off and I have to go get my arm sewed up. Don't worry though, I beat the dog half to death."
Yes, readers...True story...Blake puts the chemicals in pools for a living and this morning when he tried to go through the gate of a customer, he was mauled by "man's best friend." Luckily he was able to get the fence door back between him and the beast (I know the dog is trained to protect the family and Blake was "intruding" but I am still very upset at the dumb thing, maybe the pregnant emotions coming out again.) He was bit on the back and the arm. His back just has nasty scratches but his arm was literally ripped open! He had to get stitches and everything! MY POOR SWEETHEART!!! I feel so bad for him...The things he does to provide for our family...I really admire and love the guy...This picture makes me so sad...