I tried to sleep in yesterday (mistake number 1). I didn't feel well, so, like any good mom, I tried to catch an extra thirty minutes of sleep while the kids watched cartoons. When I got up to check on the kids, I was greeted by a crime scene. It literally looked like someone had been murdered in my home. There was blood splattered EVERYWHERE. I ran to the babies... they were okay... hmmm.... then I heard a thump, thump, thump, and spun around to see the culprit vigorously wagging his tail and batting his big brown eyes.
Let me pause here to tell you:
I dread winter. When it gets below 60 degrees our dog (a 100 pound, Great Dane, beast of a dog) starts chattering his teeth, attempting to pull at my heart strings and gain entrance into the home. It's not that I particularly dislike our dog, it's just that I ALWAYS end up cleaning his massive messes.... oh, and he's so huge that he can man handle me with one paw.
Okay... back to the gore. I sat in astonishment for a few seconds, staring at the massacre and tried to decide where to start. I finally decided to stop the gushing blood before I attempted to clean anything up.
After searching his entire body, the result: he was so excited to be inside that he had wagged his tail nonstop for the past 12 hours. His 3 foot long, wiry tail beat against everything in sight until it had become raw and started to bleed. He continued to wag his tail slinging blood everywhere. Gross.
The conclusion: many hours of cleaning, and a dog that Drew says now looks like a rattle snake.