The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton and Spenser, with memories of Scooter.
April 15, 2009
I was standing in the kitchen last night when I noticed a drop of bright red
blood on the floor. I immediately checked the boys but could find no wounds.
So if there is no wound, where did the blood
come from? That's when I noticed another drop. Now I start to become, shall we say,
"extremely concerned." Because if the blood isn't coming from a wound, then it must
be coming from an orifice, right? So I checked all the orifices and still nothing. I was
trying not to panic but my little thoughts were racing and the outcomes weren't good.
Until, petting Spenser, I felt some matted fur that I'd missed, and below it was a
little bit of blood in I guess was a tiny puncture wound. Phillip checked it when
he got home later that night and agreed we were A.O.K.
Thanks for your congratulatory emails! The answer is: 18 years! (Of course I was a child bride of 12.)