Yesterday Larry was entertaining our 3 and 5 y/o grandsons by letting the dogs chase a laser pointer. He rarely does it because the dogs, especially Jayden, go so nuts for it. (Cory eventually tires of chasing it and sits down and watches Jayden go bonkers.) The boys were sitting on the floor and Jayden was so focused on the laser that he ran into the 5 y/o's head with his head. He hit him hard enough to put a little bruise on his cheek bone.
So much for that game!
Did the woodchuck survive the experience with Bella and Hippo? Or is it over the bridge running in the fields with Redmund's 2 deer?
Actually, it DID survive. It is really a crazy story, and one that I will NEVER forget, nor will our twins, since it brought about their arrival into the world! I can't remember if I told the story here…but I will try to summarize...
I heard a wierd noise outside, dog noise...mom and kid who have never fought...opened the door, and they each had one end of an adolescent woodchuck. So I grabbed both of their collars and started to pull them off of him (I, giant in my eighth month of twin pregnancy). I got them away from the hog, but then fell off our little back porch...onto my stomach! I had to let the dogs go, in order to get back up...and at that point, the woodchuck dashed into our family room, and of course they followed. At this point Querk was just like 'wth? why would I want to mess with that?' So I levered my way up, and went in to find them trying to pull the wc apart again in the family room..of course everyone was screaming..dogs, rodent, me..etc. Finally got them off of him again, and got the dogs into their crates...closed Querk outside...woodchuck is yelling at ME (hello..I saved your butt!) So I just left him in the family room to go call my doctor and Tim....doctor said go to hospital to be monitored, Tim came home..and to make a long story not quite as long, rustled the woodchuck into a dog crate with a broom and snow shovel. Took that crate outside (front yard this time!!), and WC skedaddled away when he opened the door. We had never before, and never since seen a wood chuck in our yard....just strange. The babies were born that night...but may well have been even if I hadn't fallen...I was having contractions prior to the fall. We sometimes call the babies Woody and Chucky Bella had a shallow bite on her cheek...and that was the only blood drawn that day, well, except for the scrapes I had from falling face first on the patio! It could have been so much worse for everyone involved!