We had a catastrophe in the house this week and I've been trying to find to words to tell you about it. The short of it is Oreo bit John and she no longer lives with us. We went from feeling totally thrilled with the new addition to our house to abject sadness. John is fine, we did take him to the ER where they patched him up with some tape, prescribed antibiotics and where we got a family doctor (that's a huge blessing!). The hardest part now is trying to understand why this happened. Oreo seemed like the perfect dog - happy, easy, loved the kids, just the day before she was smothering John in kisses. So the house seems empty now without her - her previous owner took her back to try and find another home - one without kids - for her. I miss her and yet have this urge to eradicate all traces of her. Well- here is John...His eye is not as swollen is he's making it look here - that's just a squint for the sake of the camera. The doctor in the ER also assured me that he'll heal up quickly and that it won't look too bad in a few weeks. She even showed me her dog bite scar from September that was hardly visible!


After this his face looked really funny - dough, then chocolate, then cream cheese from lunch!