December 8th

December 8th, 2009

The blizzard is coming, the blizzard is coming. Marley likes to play in the snow, but we were a bit worried that he would be trapped inside for a while until we got dug out far enough to let him play.

So we took him for a walk. We were outside of a house in our neighborhood (ironically, the family who lives there owns an invisible fence business). One of their dogs came up to the edge of the sidewalk to say hello to Marley. Then came out of their yard, onto the sidewalk and attacked.

We got marley away quickly, but he kept laying down in the snow and rubbing his face accross the ground. We checked his face over and over again and couldn't find anything.

Later that night, when we were sitting in the living room, Marley came up and put his front paws on my knees and stretched up. Right in my face was the bloody mess. Rigght on his chest he had this hole. It is huge and deep. Unfortunately the storm was well on its way by the time this happened and we didn't get to go back to thier house to show them, and we got so much snow that the vet didn't open the next day! Poor Marley!