It must be tradition... or karma... no, tradition. Every baby we've had initiates Daddy into parenthood with an injury. With the kids it was always scratched corneas or a lucky shot between the legs. With our pets, its been an uppercut to the jaw or even the infamous christening from our Dobie, Apollo. I had always heard that Dane owners were often accused of being abuse victims because of all the bruises and injuries their clumsy babies cause, and while I have been no exception to this, Daddy got it this time. When a spirited wrestle got a little rowdy, Cash used his hammer paw to play whack-a-mole with Daddy's face and sliced open the side of his nose. Thankfully, it didn't need stitches and I think will look as good as new with some Neosporin and a week away from any more hullabaloo. Maybe we could borrow some sparring gear?? Anyone??
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