Garrison. My pride and joy. My little man. I call him "Handsome". He's a dog.
Really
, though. He's our son. (He must have gotten the full body hair gene from someone else.)
Garrison loves to run. Unfortunately, our townhouse doesn't have a backyard, patio or anything close to that. When we first moved in, he attempted to run around the coffee and dining tables. However, wood floors are not known for their traction. After falling over, slamming into walls and embarrassing himself countless times, he now avoids the wood floors. Instead, he hops from rug to rug when he's excited or wants to play. It is actually very cute.
Due to the lack of a backyard, Garrison has grown to love the dog park. His weekly visits are the highlight of his week. I didn't think dogs kept track of what day it was, but he always knows when it's Sunday.
This past Sunday, he was running around with 3 of his friends... Sorry, don't know their names. I know, I shouldn't let our son play with kids I don't even know, but they looked harmless. I don't think they were members of a gang or using drugs. Actually, I don't think Garrison knows their names either. After all, he identifies them by how their butts smell. According to him they're "had diarrhea earlier", "sweaty balls" and "needs to douche".
Anyways, he was running around with his friends. We didn't know he had gymnastic abilities. He launched into some sort of cartwheel, round off back handspring,
with a twist
... only he didn't stick the landing. I personally would have given him a score of 8 if he hand just stuck the landing.
A few minutes later, we noticed him limping around. Upon further inspection, we noticed a tear/cut in the pad of his paw.
It was none-life-threatening. More like a really horrid paper cut. Yet we had absolutely no idea how to fix it. Good thing his doctor's office is just down the street from the dog park AND open on Sundays.
One hundred and fifty dollars... yes $150... later, he is bandaged up, given a weeks worth of antibiotics and sent home with pain killers. (Really. I thought it was a little much.)
He's only managed to remove his bandage once, which resulted in us wrapping his leg with athletic tape. He hasn't managed to get that off yet. But he is smart. I have no doubt he'll figure that one out.
Peace Out.
