It's been a busy month at our house and doesn't appear to be slowing anytime soon. This new month holds several birthdays surrounded by medical visits with spring clearing and cleaning. Life goes on in Dogpatch.
A few nights ago Digger Dude and Ol' Taxidermist were trading tales at Digger Dude's house when OT walked out across the dark yard and fell flat on his face in a pile of rocks. Shedding light on the subject, these fellows were aghast at the huge bleeding gash on OT's right palm. That much of the story, I heard from Digger Dude the following morning as he stopped to talk and share his hope that our friend had followed through and sought stitches in the morning light. As Belle and I returned from our walk, we alerted Ol' Abner that his friend might be in need of some assistance. He promptly hopped in the truck and headed over to the taxidermy shop where he heard a first hand account of pain, suffering, quick thinking and follow up medical care. Meanwhile, Mountain Girl dropped by and explained that tough guy was in some pretty serious pain and was much relieved that she had arrived in time to take him to the doctor for stitches. Apparently super glue was used just after the injury and only a couple of stitches were required. A healthy dose of antibiotics and they were assured he would recover fully. Good use of his paintin' hand is critical for the success of a taxidermist. Old men in pain can revert back to childhood quite easily. As I said, this whole tale has come to me through second or third accounts, but all stories contain the element that both men were stone cold sober. Given the time of evening for the mishap, that is most unusual. Perhaps the only explanation is a return to little boy clumsiness.
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