Two quick stories.
- Mallory & I took Cooper for a walk in the woods a couple of weeks ago and my sister & her brood + their 6-mo old yellow lab Obi joined us. The kids were all pretty good the whole way up the hill and the dogs were having a BLAST chasing each other and running. We were about 1/4 of the way back down the hill, and Lauren was bent over on the dirt road to look at something and 120 lbs of streaking yellow & black lab barreled into her behind and she was sent headfirst into the gravel & dirt. She starting bleeding like crazy from a cut on her head and in her mouth and I panicked and offered to run to the car to get my first aid kit. My sister (the nurse) calmly told me “no, that’s OK” (I think more to calm Lauren so she didn’t freak out at my freak out). I handed over every kleenex I had in my pockets, clean or not, to try to help stop the blood (I did warn my sister that there were slightly used kleenexes). Lauren ended up with a pretty nasty cut on her forehead and her face was pretty scraped up but she survived. Mallory would tell everyone that “Ohlone dell down…woods…”. But the best part is that if you ask her if the dogs knocked her over she answers with one word “Obi”. Apparently the lesson of “How to cover for your Older Brother when he should be in trouble” is an early one.
- Shoot, can’t remember the other funny story.
Time for bed.