It still hurts really bad and is swollen but mostly looks like a makeup job.
Could have done without...
a black, mostly pooled blood red, eye...from the dog. New Years Day late evening was nice and quiet at our house, we had dropped off Jeff's parents and sister at the airport earlier that afternoon to return home, Ethan was soundly sleeping in his bed for the night and we were lazily catching up on DVR. Jeff decided he would like a Coke so he drove down to McD's. He had been gone a while and Charlie was also very quiet, which usually means something bad, but I couldn't find him so I guessed that he must have gotten to take a ride with Jeff. A short time later he came trotting into the house with Jeff behind him, who tells me that he took Charlie with him and that he was loving his ride so much that on their way back home he jumped out the window of Jeff's car while he was stopped at a stop sign. Jeff eventually got him back in the car and continued home. After being home for a few minutes we noticed that there was blood on the couch, checked both dogs, and sure enough Charlie must have scrapped himself somehow. Charlie, who is always spastic, jumped up as I was getting up to get something to clean it with and somehow his head met mine.....DAMN that hurt. It knocked me around and I fell on my knees crying. This morning I woke up with this beauty.