So not to totally trump the post about my husband's tractor (which by the way scroll down to the next post and view it please), but we had a very eventful night last night.
You see we just got our newest addition to the animal part of our family back just a few weeks ago. That isn't the eventful part of the story... anyways so our little addition is a male border collie puppy named Tanker. 
He looks so Innocent, doesn't he....
He definitely fits his name very well. So our friend Tony and Doug decided to castrate our little male dog, to help tame the beast. So after they thought they had knocked the little pup out they began the nasty deed. Well half way through it Tank raised his head up and began yelping. Doug thinking quickly (but not smart) puts his hand on his head and pushes it down. In the mean time Tanker decided to take out his anger and get revenge for what Doug is doing to him.
You ask how????
well by opening his mouth and getting a piece of my dear husband Doug. Yep, I said it he got his hand bit by our little puppy. Not just any bite, Doug had his hand deep in to his mouth when the first clamp occurred and then he tried to pull it out and Tank went in for the kill and clamped down way hard. Being the most amazing guy I know, Doug calmly says" ouch.. Ouch... OUCH!!!!" and with one hand prys his bitten hand loose from the jaws of little Tank. Not one swear word escaped his mouth. Now that is nothing new for him, but I would have said a few that is for sure. So good thing Doug was the one not me.
So I get home from work shortly after the mishap occurs and Doug proceeds to tell me what happens. What would you do if your husband told you this.... well like any other normal wife I begin to freak out and start thinking of the meds I need to get to shoot into him so he doesn't get Rabies and who knows what else, But Tony comes to the rescue of Doug and said he washed it out really good and put hydrogen peroxide on it and neosporin. So I calm down enough to say "ok let me see it." So you tell me what you guys think of it.....
Tank go him on the top of the hand and the deep parts are in the palm and his little finger knuckle.
So poor little Tanker was dead to the world when I showed up and was for like two hours after that too. When he finally did come to, he was so scared he hid under the kitchen table.
So that is the events that happen at our house. It is always a party here in the Yearsley family. I hope all is great in your neck of the woods!!!
